My eyes fluttered, my breathing grew heavier and my hands were sweaty. The electricity that flushed through me under Sam’s touch was liberating.

His fingers drew circles on my skin before going further down to my sweatpants. His hand stopped and rested on my thigh, his circle moving up and down over the fabric and his other fingers laying still.

I thought that maybe he’d stop, realizing that this was bad, but a part of me stiffened when he stopped and after a while slumped ...