He laughed and ran his thumb softly across my mouth. How did he do that, make me feel his touch like heat beneath my skin-make me feel it everywhere even when he brushed only my lips.
"You can't have any idea how much I want to kiss you," he said.
"Maybe-maybe I do. Why don't you try and see?"
His mouth touched mine, lightly, carefully-too lightly and carefully-so I took over and kissed him.
"Maybe you do!" he agreed, when we had caught our breath again.