“Whatever you do want, maybe you should start it.” I like the way he says that, with a weight of familiarity, like he knows me already. I like how he puts me in the driver’s seat, how he stills as I close the meager distance between us, my fingers wrapping around his wrist. I like the way the breath escapes from between his parted lips, soft and unsteady, as I draw his hand around to the small of my back. His palm fits against the valley of my spine, fingers digging into the dip at my waist.
