Hunter's words seemed to echo her own thoughts. They had been there as soon as puberty had hit, but they'd gotten stronger and stronger within the last year. It made it hard not to touch him when she knew she shouldn't. there were always an excuse to hold his hand, to cuddle up.
"What id I don't want you to leave.... and what if I don't want you not to touch." She spoke softly as he moved closer. She closed her eyes and let the feel of his breath on her skin send a shiver down her spine. Deciding to act on impulse, she slid the hand that she was holding up to her breast and placed it there. 'What if I want you to want me?"