Rebecca

I stopped breathing for a moment because I wasn’t sure I’d heard him correctly. Not with the way his voice dipped so low. Not with the way his fingers curled slightly against my waist, waiting.

Waiting for the rejection he knew he deserved.

“Let me touch you, Becca.”

He said it like a confession. Like something he hadn’t meant to let slip.

My throat tightened.

“What…why?” I whispered, not trusting my voice to do anything ...