When the door to Aaron’s bedroom closes, we move towards his bed, our lips barely separating. We sit on the bed and take our clothes off. His clothes are easier and faster to remove. Impatient, I stand up to completely remove my clothes.
My hands freeze on the hem of my underwear when I hear laughter from him. I look at him. He is already sitting cross-legged and buck naked on the bed. His back is on the headboard.
“You don’t have to rush, Holly. We have the whole day,” he says. Yet, he is grinning as he looks at my bare chest.
I blush out of embarrassment. Frustrated that my need to have him seems higher than his need. Slowly, I continue to remove my last piece of clothing. All the while, I am flushing scarlet. I want to tease him, but the way his eyes rake my nakedness, I feel like I
