“I like the way you hold hands.”I wiggled my thumb between his fingers.“I never met anyone who held hands like that.”
“I thought that was a you thing,” he said.
“No, it’s not a me thing.”
He shrugged.“Guess it’s just the way we hold hands.”
I smiled.“So, it’s an us thing.”
He squeezed my thumb.
I focused on driving, but after a while, I noticed he’d gone quiet.
“You okay?”I said.
He was looking at me, really serious.“I was just...thinking about fucking you.”
“Care to share your fantasy?”I’d never done that with any of my girlfriends.Apart from Deb, we didn’t talk about sex.We just did it.
“You’re out in the woods,” he said, “and you’re wearing a blindfold.”
“Who blindfolded me?”
“I don’t know,” he said.“And your hands are tied behind your back.”
“Who did that?”
“I dunno.They’re just tied.That okay?”
I hadn’t known or trusted any of my girlfriends well enough to let them do that.
“Depends who did it to me,” I said.“I’d be okay if it was you.”
“I’m not with you.But I can see you through the trees.You’re standing there like you’re waiting.You know someone’s out there, but you don’t know it’s me.”
“I’d know it was you,” I said.“When we’re in bed, I can sense you even when we’re not touching.I know you’re there before I open my eyes.I can smell your soul.”
“Jesus, Craig.”
“Keep going.”
“So I’m walking through the woods toward you.You can hear me, but you can’t see me.”
“I’m getting turned on because I know it’s you.”
“Whose fantasy is this?Mine or yours?”
“Ours,” I said.
“Okay, I’m touching you now.”
“Where?”
“I’d rather do it than say it,” he said.
“So would I, but I’m driving.”
“Don’t freak out, but I’m gonna touch you the way I would in the woods.”
