Being bare with another is the most intimate experience of all. Showing that person the you who is always hidden from the world can feel intimidating. But I don’t feel that way with Charlie. His gaze is a glass filled with desire, and all I want is to tip it over. So I touch him in the places that make his back arch, whisper the sweetest nothings against his flushed ear, and kiss him through the breathy moans, just to see that glass spill.

“Des’!” His shaky hands grip mine, stopping my ministrations. “Let me do something for you too.”