Smiling, I stand in front of her and take her hands. “That’s not the worst thing, Sloane. I just got in my head.”
“Sit?”
It’s nice to be close to her again. I missed out on a decent snogging sesh in the locker room by running away.
“I think we should set some crystal clear boundaries. I don’t want you to think I’m trying to get in your pants every time I touch you or say something flirty.”
Taking her hand, I place a kiss on her knuckles. God, she smells good. “Good plan.”
“So, tell me your boundaries. I think it’s best if I follow your lead.”
Oh crap. Uh, I have no idea what my boundaries are. Did I mention my experience with women is limited? Kissing is as far as I’ve ever gone.
“Hey, stop panicking.” She laughs. “How about I name some things, and you tell me if you’re cool with it.”
“Alright. We can do that.”
Sloane turns to me. “I guess we can add kissing to the list of okay things to do.”
“Definitely. Lots of kissing is fine by me,” I say, leaning in to steal one. We get lost in each other’s lips for a few moments.
She pushes me back but keeps her hands on my chest. She fiddles with the hood strings and nibbles her lips. “Okay, so what else is permitted?”
I swallow hard. Sloane is captivating. “We can touch…things?” I say stupidly. My brain is melting again just thinking about my hands touching parts of her.
She giggles and boops my nose. “Things. Any things in particular?”
“Um. Like, above the waist?”
“Babe, you’re answering with questions again.”
“I know. I’m bad at this.”
Sloane moves until she’s straddling me. “Is this okay?”
All I can do is move my head in the affirmative.
“I really meant it when I said I’m happy to wait until you’re ready, Eden. There’s plenty we can do before having sex. For example, if you’re comfortable, you could touch my breasts.”
My eyes travel down her peachy skin until I’m looking at her chest. I can’t really see anything because of her sweater. It doesn’t matter though. The fact I’m being given permission to touch her boobs is life-altering.
“I can take my sweater off if you want.”
Another nod. She whips it off, revealing a tight t-shirt.
“Oh, the Kooks. Nice.” That’s not exactly what I wanted to say, although I’m still surprised she knows who the Kooks are.
“I’m full of musical surprises,” she murmurs. Her eyes are dark, and she’s staring at my lips. “Now, do you want to go any further, or is this a limit?”
My hands stroke up her firm thighs. My eyes drop from Sloane’s face back to her chest. I’m so excited. “Will you let your hair down?”
I may have had multiple dreams about Sloane and her deliciously golden hair draping over her shoulders. She doesn’t hesitate. I watch her slowly remove the hair bobble.As expected, her locks cascade down, therefore fulfilling my fantasy.
I know she’s letting me set the pace, which I’m grateful for. I know we won’t go any further than me possibly touching her chest. Even that feels like a lot. But…I’m nervous, not stupid. I definitely want to feel her skin under my palms.
Moving my hands from her thighs, I guide them slowly over her ribs, stopping just below my goal. “Is…is this okay?”
Sloane places her hands over mine. “Look at me.”
