His breath caught as she tugged as his waistband. She wasn't teasing now, she was hinting. Heavily. Heavily enough that he couldn't misinterpret it at all.
"S-Sal," Harold stuttered, a blush rising up in his cheeks, "Are you sure you want to-- I've never.. er.." He couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed and inexperienced, though he knew he probably shouldn't. She hadn't ever been with a guy had she? But she had been with girls right? And girls knew what they were doing for other girls. Was it silly that he didn't want to not be good for Sally? He didn't have much to give her, but what he could he wanted to be nice. He kissed her lips softly and moved his hand further up her shirt, fingers tracing over skin, barely noticing the knitted scar tissue under his fingertips.