His hand played on my stomach, around my waist then back on my stomach. I did not mind it, laughing with my head turned to him as we laughed together at the movie. I shook my head, turning to the screen and getting absorbed. At some point in time our hands were interlocked, his so warm and big, just engulfing mine. They lay on my belly, him breaking free having me turn to stare at him. He lay his hand on my belly to brush it having me laugh at his actions and look away. I loved the feel of his touch, it feeling so natural as the next movie began and it left us dead in laughter. By the time my mind came to me his hand was under my sweater, just resting there on my skin and I could not help but freeze. I felt like it was burning my skin but in a good way.
Did he even know what he was doi
