“Zach… what are you doing?” She pressed her body against the bed, trying to make whatever little distance she could from Zach, who peered right into her eyes with an impassive face. She could see his eyes crinkling. She understood. He wanted an answer. If she really considered him her lover, she would allow him to go further, so he waited for an answer. Too overwhelmed and shocked, Miley’s hands trembled as she clenched them into a fist over her chest. Zach was over her, sitting astride, waiting for a no or a yes.
Miley looked on the left side. Zach’s hand was inches away from her face on the pillow. She closed her eyes, stiffening her body. What do I do? She thought. This is not how I wanted things to speed up. It’s scary. Why did he have to test me like this? Is love all about the body
