Friday night. They are sitting on his couch watching the anticipated new season of a sci-fi show on Netflix. Separated by several inches, she feels the need to move closer, to feel the heat of him. She yearns to feel the weight of his hand; somewhere, anywhere on her body. An accidental brush of fingertips across her arm. A more purposed stroke of her thigh.
She takes a deep breath, closes her eyes and sighs audibly. She isn’t sure what she wants in the moment. Does she, once again, take the deep dive into the emotional unknown for pure physical pleasure? She had been pushing away his sexual advances & innuendos over the last few weeks for reasons still unclear to her.