“I wanted an excuse to touch you. That night. That’s why I wanted a slow song.” A smile hitches the corner of her mouth. “You’re touching me right now.” “Yeah, that’s the thing about it. I touched you once, and I only wanted to touch you more. I want to keep touching you. I want to make you feel good.” I’m hanging on by a thread here. I slip my hand higher until it’s beneath her skirt. Her skin is warm, her tights smooth beneath my palm. “I want a lot of things, Nova.”
