“What if…I don’t know what they are?” I clear my throat, forcing myself to not look away from him and attempt to explain myself. “You’re right, last week when you got close to my neck, I reacted on instinct to the last time I was touched there. But this time…” I trail off, dropping my gaze from his. My cheeks heat, but I continue on. “All I know is that when you touch me, and it doesn’t have to be like this,” I motion to him standing between my legs. “You could brush your arm against me and I come to life. When you kiss me, sometimes it feels like I’m burning up, yet I crave more.”
