"Or..." I agree, understanding the way she trails off. My stomach does a nervous butterfly swoop at the implications there but I determinedly push that down. This is barely beginning and, more importantly, it won't go away. We can afford to wait. I haven't been with another girl; I don't want to rush clumsily in. "Your call."

But I do want to kiss her again, pull her body flush against mine with careful hands that avoid the raw, injured places on her skin.