“I want you to touch me,” I say, which is something I never thought I’d be saying to anyone. “I thought I was touching you.” He nods at his hands, which are still very much on my waist. “I mean like…touch me, touch me.” “You think I don’t want to touch you, touch you?” I extract myself from Hayes’ grasp. “No? I don’t know. I mean, the night of our date, you—” He cuts me off. “I wanted to do a lot more than just kiss you.”
