We were the only ones still up, the glowing tv an excuse not to go to our separate beds. We sat on opposite ends of the couch but kept slowly, unconsciously moving closer to each other. My legs were up on the couch, and the first thing you touched was the top of my foot.
I was already so tense with anticipation that just the feeling of your hand through my sock sent a wave of goosebumps over my skin. You slid your fingers up my ankle, barely slipping under the edge of my sweats and then back down, catching the edge of my sock with two fingers.
Maybe you noticed the way my breath caught when you pulled on my sock, because you started to slide it off. And my god, I never dreamed it would be possible for someone to slowly take off just my sock and leave me feeling like they had just undressed me completely.
The anticipation was so intense I felt almost lightheaded. Butterflies, with every touch. Did you know that I couldn’t bring myself to turn and meet your eyes? That it felt like I might break this fragile spell between us? Maybe it was just a coincidence that you leaned in close with your hand sliding up my thigh and whispered in my ear, “Keep your eyes forward.”