The wrap fell to the ground in a pile, and Lexx stood in front of Chel, with a strained look on his face. “I want you to touch me. It’s all I want. I want your touch.” And he held out his hand as steadily as he could. Putting the words together had been difficult.
“That’s kind of an awkward request.” Chel’s face flushed red and she nervously ran her fingers through her hair. Hearing him ask was flattering and odd, but it wasn’t anything she would say no to. Chel smiled, feeling shy about the whole situation. For one thing, she felt like she had just stepped into the cover a romance novel and it made her feel a little giggly.
I don’t know what to say, I just feel awkward. – Tiff