The music transitions into a slow song, and I thank my lucky stars. It’s like God knows I don’t want to embarrass myself in front of this woman. She didn’t let me touch her in Compton’s kitchen. She let me kiss her, yes, and it was fucking amazing. I felt her naked body press against my bare chest, so warm and soft. But she made me keep my hands to myself the whole time. In the moment, I didn’t mind. But as soon as she was gone, I felt oddly bereft that I didn’t get to hold her. I’m changing that right fucking now.
