“Okay,” she said slowly. “You can’t watch me from the woods, but you can come visit me once a week, and you can touch me, but only in the places I say are okay. Everything else is a red zone.” He raised his brows expectantly, waiting for her to continue. “You can touch my arms and hands.” “And your back and face. Also, I want to visit you every other day,” he argued. Face equals lips. One kiss, and she’d be begging him to touch her everywhere. Can’t have that, she thought quickly. “Just my back. No face. Every three days. Final offer.” “Fine,” he grunted.
