"Leo, what are you doing?" Ava asks nervously. I can tell she's standing against the sink. I walk over and stand close to her. "I want you to touch me, Ava," I say. "Before you think I'm being inappropriate - I mean put your hands in mine and move them up my skin."

"Leo, why do you want me to do that?" she asks, flustered.

I lean closer to her. "Because intimacy isn't just about sex, Ava," I say, unable to resist breathing in her scent at her neck, which both calms ...