I am not sure what, but something has suddenly changed. The way he touches me, the way he kisses me, the way he tastes - everything is slightly different. Like that moment when someone touches your things and they don't leave them in the same spot, but a few inches to the side.
It's strange. It's strange that his hands are now slowly roaming my body in a gentle way, in a soft and almost loving manner, mapping out my body. I usually feel self concious about my body with him, but this time, it doesn't feel like it should matter. The way his fingers move down my thighs and slowly under my skirt, tracing the gentle curves of them, makes me shiver and reconsider the earlier spite and resent what overtook my mind.
His lips trace a straight line from my lips to my neck and down to my collar,
