Goosebumps rise everywhere his hair brushes her skin. She's breathing hard again, trying to will the tremor out of her fingertips.

Hands brush his torso, curious and light, reading his body like braille. When he leans forward again she can't help but pull her nails across his skin, tracing the line of his waistband all the way to his fumbling hands. Lifting her head, kissing him with passion, she attempts to take over.