"What's up, Stace? Need me to drive you somewhere?" I asked, now right behind her, a lump in my throat, fighting to contain my first heartbreak since my dad left home.
"Touch me, Scott," she said, reaching out behind her, waiting for me to take her hands.
I took a deep breath and moved closer to her, taking her hands in mine, willing myself not to cry. Her touch was as intoxicating as ever. She yanked me forward until only the clothes we were wearing separated us.
"Hold me," she insisted, still sobbing, wrapping my arms around her waist, her hands overlapping mine.
"Stacy," was all I could get out, before my hand was pulling her shirt aside and I was kissing her shoulder.
She turned around quickly, taking shallow breaths, pulling me close. Her hands slid up my back and onto my shoulde
