Our gazes draw to the mattress at the same exact time. We’re thinking the same thing, most surely. Our eyes catch again. Thatcher releases his clutch off the headboard. “We don’t have to take our clothes off.” I nod heartily. “Dry humping, I agree.” “Enough to make you come.” Holy… I nearly fall into his arms right there. Legs weak, body shuddering. “Yes,”
