it graze my stomach and cup my left breast. I grabbed his hand and pulled it out. He looked at me, one eyebrow raised.
“Too fast?” he asked. I nodded. “Okay.” Relief. He took off his shirt. “It’s hot.”
His shoulders were wide and round and his arms were strong, but not overly muscular. His chest and abs were defined, but still, love handles formed around his hips. He still had some baby fat on him. I looked down at my thighs. So did I.
“We can just look. I won’t touch if you don’t want me to.” He coiled the bottom of my t-shirt into his fists and pulled it over my head. I didn’t stop him.
Could I trust him? What if rumors started about this? What would people say happened today? What would Bobby say happened? Could I run out of the house right then, and move away and change school, and not tell mom, Simona, or anyone and never see him again?
He reached into his back pocket and took out his phone.
“Can I?” He was polite, respectful, and cute. I ignored everything Mom had told me and nodded. He positioned the phone in front of him,