"You've thought about holding my hand?" I finally asked when I was able to speak.
He continued rubbing soft circles on the back of my hand making me yearn for his touch on every part of my body. "Yes, and I've also wondered what your hair would look like down."
He brought his other hand up to my hair and reached for the clip that held it up. "May I?" he asked.
My heart raced and I could hear it beating so loudly I was sure he could hear it too.
"Yes," I said, though my words were barely there.