CHAPTER 7
SANNE
Sitting here next to Josie is making my head spin in all sorts of ways, but mostly in the ways that I want to make her feel. There are so many different thoughts going through my head, but almost all of them are overshadowed with the knowledge that I’m touching Josie’s thigh and that she’s holding my hand, not moving it away.
I keep my eyes on the TV, not looking away from it, just focused on it, trying not to stare in the reflection of the window at how Josie’s face is getting pinker and pinker or the feeling of how her hand is so hot and heavy on top of mine.
I curl my fingers again, scraping my nails on the inside of her thigh and Josie’s hand tightens on mine for a moment. This is so fun, and so heady. I move a little, trying to find a slightly more comfortable way
