I mean, there are accidental touches and then there are accidental touches. A quick knee grab is not an accidental touch by any stretch of the imagination. A knee graze, maybe, but a knee squeeze, no way. Especially not one that lasts for over five seconds. Five seconds doesn’t sound like a lot of time, but try counting it out. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. That’s a lot of time for a hand—a strange hand—to be on your knee, squeezing it. Who even squeezes a knee? It seems so weird. It’s not like knees are known to be hugely erogenous zones. At least I didn’t think that they were known to be, but as we already know I’m not exactly the sex expert. And perhaps Evan is. He most definitely seems to be if the thrill that ran through my body when he touched my knee was anything to go by. When I tell you I thought my knee was going to catch on fire, I’m not exaggerating. At first, I thought it was Pierce’s hand on my knee and I was going to pluck it away.
