Oh God Jesus, he did not just ask me that.
I could tell him a hundred things I had that he’d want, things I wanted to give him, things I knew would leave him begging for more. But I’m a wimp and I chickened out before I could admit to anything even remotely suggestive. “I don’t know.”
I wanted to kick myself. How stupid can a person be? He all but asked for it, and I just said I didn’t know like an i***t. Ugh.
“Let me ask you something.” He smiled slightly and didn’t move away just yet, which was a good sign. When I nodded, he touched my elbow, just took it like he wanted to lead me somewhere.
“I may be totally off the mark here,” he said; he wasn’t looking at me anymore but at his hand where it rested on my arm, staring like he’d never seen his skin against a flight suit before. “I mi
