His voice, his scent, the warmth from his body, all filled my senses and made me unable to think clearly. Before I knew it he was carrying me to our chamber, and then laid me down on the bed. Bed? Wait, no!
He lay down beside me and when I tried to get up, he put an arm around my shoulders and held me down.
"Lay still and let me hold you," he said, taking his arm away from my shoulders and putting them around my waist instead.
"Why?"
"Because I like holding you and you like it when I do it," he replied.
"And how would you know?" I said, a teasing lilt to my voice.
"What? You don't like it?" I was afraid that if I said I liked it he would want to take it to the next level, but I didn't want to lie either.
"It's... alright," I said cautiously, a shy smile making its way to my face. He grabbed my chin and made me turn around to face him.
"Is my touch just alright?"
