I look up. And I find her looking at me.
Her eyes have been fixed on me in a way that makes my heart pound again.
I notice something, Clara doesn't come close. She does not move away... but it does not reduce the distance between us either. She stands there, staring at me, as if something inside her is struggling between moving forward or standing still.
So I am the one who takes the step, I shorten the distance between us. I take her hand gently and lift it up.
I guide her to my chest, her palm touching my bare skin. I feel it lukewarm.
"You can touch me," I say quietly.
I look into her eyes.
"You can do it."
For a second her hand remains still on my chest.
Then she starts moving, her fingers slowly sliding over my skin, running across my chest... Going down to my abdomen with a
