“‘I’ve dreamed about you all day,’ she told him.
‘I’ve dreamed about you for a year,” he told her.
They started out slow, kissing.
That was all they needed for a long, long time,
until she put her hands inside his shirt.
He let her explore his chest and his arms and his back,
but at last he pulled away.
‘I have to go,’ he said miserably.
He kissed her. ‘Because I’m a gentleman.
I can’t trust myself to be one too much longer.’
‘Maybe I don’t want you to trust yourself,’ she said boldly,
letting her hormones do the talking.
‘Oh, Lena.’ He sounded as though he were partly underwater.
He wasn’t looking at her as though he wanted to go anywhere.
He kissed her more and then broke away.
‘There are a few things I want to do with you very badly.’
‘You haven’t done…these things before, have you?’
She shook her head. Suddenly she was worried he thought she was inept.
‘All the more reason,’ he said. ‘We have to be slow. Make it count.’”