Cliff nods to himself silently. And then his palm lands on my knee. I freeze. Cliff isn’t shy to touch. His touch is always gentle. It’s not greedy or wanting or even carrying implications. But he’s also never touched me here. The warmth of his heavy hand and lengthy fingers spans across my entire knee and part of my thigh. It radiates through me in waves of fire. The palm is gone as quick as it landed, but I’m breathless.
