"I do want to," my voice is quiet, but certain. I need him, need to feel connected to him. I know he can make me feel good, he already has, but I want him to feel good too. I don't want this to be all about me.

Huh. That's still a feeling that catches me off guard.

I move closer, reaching for him, reaching for his hips. My fingers are shaking, but I try to hide it by gripping him.