*Jasmine's POV*
After washing my hair he took some soap and started to soap my arm. His touch was gentle. "C-can I wash you?" I said flushed. He looked at me with a hint of a smile. "I want you to," he said. "But I think it is best if you do not." Benjamin cupped my face with one hand.
"Tell me what you feel," he asked holding my gaze with his hazel eyes. I fumbled with my hand on the skin of his chest. I looked up at him and then averted my eyes again. "Tell me," he said. "I don't know, it's stupid." I flushed. How could I tell him something I did not know how to describe myself.
"Mhh…" He pressed me to continue. "I want to be near you and touch you. Even though we are this close, I want to come closer." My breathing stocked as I said this, but it was the whole truth. "I feel that too," he said tracing my lips with his finger. My lips parted a little. I looked at him and bit him softly. His eyes seemed to roll to the back of his head.
