“I won’t give up though,” he says with a twinkle in his eyes. “Now that I know you think I’m hot.” With that promise, he leaves and all I can do is watch him go. And then, I smile. His thumb was soft and smooth. The only place I felt it was where he touched me, on my jaw. Ryan’s touch was exactly what a touch should be: warm and fleeting. It didn’t radiate out to any other part of my body. It wasn’t consuming. Not like his touch, scorching and electric. Something I’ll think about for days to come.
