"I want to try something," I say. "But I need your permission to do so." Avery reaches for my arm, her hand grabbing my forearm as I stay above her. "What is it?" she asks curiously, with an undertone of fear. Leaning down, I feel her breath on my face, and judging by the sharp suck of air she does, she can feel mine too. "I want to touch you." "You are touching me," she points out, redirecting the awkward tension that only she feels. Laughing softly, I find her lips, brushing mine over hers in a tease. "I want to touch you… here," I say, my hand lightly caressing the front of her shorts.
