“Luke, do you think I’m sexy?”
Cammy had this smile, pretty, full faced, ear to ear, like she meant it. And she had these eyes, bright, her gaze intelligent and confident. But, sexy? She was just regular old Cammy… right?
“Cammy, I–” my breath caught, she was lifting the hem of her green striped polo, her slender belly coming into view, cute little navel. “What are you doing?”
“You can touch me,” she said, “If you want.” We were on her bed, sitting side by side, so close I could feel the heat in her breath, see the glisten on her lips.
Cammy’s gaze was steady, even while mine bounced this way and that. I took a deep breath, forced myself calm. She was right there, I could see all her little freckles, faint and subtle.
She watched me through a veneer of self-assuredness, a play at being secure in her self. I knew her well enough to see through it, to see how narrowly were steeled her nerves. For reasons I couldn’t guess at, she was anxious for my validation, was fearful she wouldn’t get it.