Every time she pulls me closer, it's a relief, remembering all over again I've managed to do something right this time, that she wants this. That she barely even knows me doesn't matter. If this is what she wants, all she wants, well, it's not like I'm asking her for anything else either. We don't know each other enough to ask for anything more, and somehow, that's a relief, too. Callie ate away at me. She still does. I'm not ready to deal with that, whatever it is. All I want is to touch her, be inside her, if she'll let me.

Moving with her until her back's against the wall, I slide a hand to her neck, fingers tangling in her hair, the other sliding up under her skirt to her hip again. Just the feel of her skin under my palms makes me feel like I've been turned inside out, already hard enough to want to beg her for it, though I somehow dig up enough pride not to yet. Instead I move my hand up, skimming over fabric now, tracing along her waist to her tits, sliding up over one until I think I can feel her heartbeat thrumming under my fingers. I groan against her mouth, plucking at the dress again, wanting to rip it off, controlling myself enough to ask wordlessly for permission, hoping she understands.