Everything is quiet. He doesn't say a single word.
And she's just a little breathless.
She isn't sure if he's teasing her or not.
He trails his fingers delicately across her skin, across her shoulder, down her arm.
He doesn't look at her, but at his fingers and her skin beneath them.
She watches his face, unable to look away. Unable to move.
Every touch is paralysing.
It's thrilling, she thinks.
Him touching her.
The tension. The anticipation.
He looks up at her finally, his eyes locked with hers. Just watching her. Carefully.
Does he do this to seduce her? To scare her? To question her?
Suddenly she feels he's a whole lot older than her. Something she can't escape.
She doesn't waver, however. Instead she reaches out, touching him. Her answer.
And so he kisses her. A kiss that takes her in.
And she follows. Willingly. Completely.