"Like fire?"
"Like fire." I nodded. She wasn't making fun of me. She just seemed to be really fixated on the silly, little, cutesy analogy I used.
"Ellie..." There was so much emotion in the way she was looking at me. "Wanna do more tonight?"
"Yeah, of course, baby." My heart was racing. She was gazing at me as if I did something special. I couldn't pinpoint what it was though. "Only if you're ready," I reminded her softly. "I got a little carried away." I shamelessly glanced at the wet spot on her jeans. "But we can just keep making out again, I promise."
"Is it okay if I just touch you though?"
She didn't say it explicitly, but I knew she was really asking me if I would've been okay with not touching her. Just like how things were during the last stage of our friends-with-benefits s
