Ten minutes into the movie, Jacob placed his hand on the inside of my right thigh.
I could no longer focus on the film.
Jacob and I sat in the very last row of the empty movie theater. It was a late night showing of a Marvel film that has been out for a while and we had the whole theater to ourselves.
I wrapped my arms around his arm, sliding his hand slightly further up my legs.
The movie theater Jacob and I were at had those chairs where you can raise the armrests and sit close and cuddle.
I tried to focus on the film, but anytime Jacob’s hand or even fingertip moved, even slightly, it drained me and my stupid mammalian brain.
I raised my right leg and draped it over Jacob’s left leg.
Spreading my legs just slightly, Jacob’s hand slid up even farther.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I took the initiative and slightly placed my hand on the edge of my leg, the one draped over and between Jacobs legs.
I rested my hand on my thigh for a minute and then let it slide down the outside of my leg.