Goosebumps popped up on my skin in the wake of his heavy, callused hands. The tiny hairs rose from my arms, wavering after the electricity left by his thumb. My body betrayed me, I felt like I was suffocating. I hoped the dark of Sandrine's masked my blood-flushed cheeks.
I had no idea what he'd just asked me. I wanted to tell him. I couldn't possibly think when he touches me like that. Or at all.
He touched me again, said my name. Quietly, oh so quietly, his voiced deepened, rasping against my ear as he leaned in, brushing my shoulder.
"Say it." Almost a growl.