Even though he didn't shed any more tears, I made sure to dry his streaks so he'd feel more confident. No sooner than my hand had left his cheek did he move his hand again in attempt to reach my thigh. This time I didn't stop him and let his hand reach my outer thigh. I figured I'd set my feelings aside as this day wasn't just about me.

I let him pat my thigh and left it as unrestrained as I could figuring no-one was really paying attention to us anyways. I let it jiggle in his hand a bit before retreating back to our table.

Before I have a chance to return to the table I feel his body being pressed against mine. That's when I noticed a not so discrete tent had firmed in his pants as it was pressing against my lower abs. To which I was taken off guard when he told me how much he loves when I cause that.

After a moment he breaks bodily contact turning instead looking deeply into my eyes. I felt my gaze was giving off an even more sultry stare than I had meant as I was also secretly getting turned on.

It was then I grabbed his hands in mine and led him back to the table.