I hadn’t made out with anyone for months and I’d really missed being touched. A vague emotional ache I’d had seemed to blossom and melt, blossom and melt. I hadn’t really noticed the ache until now. It was like turning your head and noticing something in a blind spot that had been there for a long time. It was like diving into a pool and realizing you hadn’t swum in way too long and loved the freedom of being in the water. Scratch that. It was so much better than swimming. I felt myself pulled into a rush of lips and curves and hands and softness and desire. There are so many delightful things
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