I sighed to myself as I recalled that she felt that she was unattractive to men.I sighed to myself as I recalled that she felt that she was unattractive to men. Well, here's to friendship... - - - The touch of his fingers on my face made me jump inside, but I closed my eyes willingly, and with not a little trepidation. I trust him, and if I want him to stop, all I have to do is open my eyes -- that's what we agreed on, and I trust him... don't I? He touched me again, and it was like fire and ice. His hand traced my jawline from ear to ear, and gently caressed my forehead before brushing my cheek and my lips. So that's what it's like.... - - - Was I dreaming, or was that a hint of a smile on her face? I touched her dimples and sure enough, she began to giggle. I smiled, and walked around her, talking as I did to let her know where I was. Since I wasn't able to see her eyes, I asked her to tell me if she did. She nodded in response, and I started to rub her shoulders, hoping that the familiarity of the contact would be reassuring. |