Bailey

“More movement, and then Troy’s body was almost touching his. He could feel Troy’s breath on the back of his neck when he said, “Me too.” For a moment, everything was very still and quiet. And then Troy’s hand slid, very slowly and gently, down Harris’s arm to his wrist. Harris was sure every hair was standing up in its wake. Troy stopped at his wrist, fingers lightly stroking the sensitive underside, and Harris would swear it was the most intimate touch he’d ever received. He stifled a gasp, not wanting to make a sound in case Troy realized what he was doing and stopped. But Troy didn’t stop. He stretched his fingertips and brushed them over Harris’s palm, making him shiver. Touch me, Harris thought. Touch me everywhere.”
― Rachel Reid, Role Model