If someone would have told him this was happening he would have thought them mad. This definitely had to be a really vivid dream.
"Like touching my mouth," he clarified. "Because it makes me think about doing things I shouldn't."
Her hands were warm on the back of his neck and he realized suddenly, that he had become much taller than her over the summer and wondered how that had happened. She wasn't pulling away. If anything, she was looking up at him like he'd wanted her to look at him, like she was seeing him finally as something besides just her best friend. Maybe this had been needed, for the two of them to appreciate just how good what they had was.
His other hand slid around her waist and he just relished the feeling of it her body close to his, the scratchiness of her robes.