I was too excited to be nervous, but every now and again, little ticks of anxiety jittered through me. The moment the rain stopped, we started walking back to my house. The temperature was rising rapidly, although I couldn’t tell if that was from the storm passing, or because my blood was slowly being brought to a boil every time her thumb stroked over my hand, or our arms brushed against each other as we walked. It seemed to take forever to get to my house, and my hands shook slightly as I slid the key into the lock. “Um … do you want a drink or anything?” She shook her head. “No. I want you.” Holy fuck. Walking up the stairs together took half a lifetime. My room was stifling hot, humidity weighing me down like a thick blanket. My limbs felt heavy and sun drunk. “Are you sure?” I asked the question again, needing to hear it, needing to know that it wasn’t just me who wanted this. “Yes, I’m sure.” Her voice was strong and clear, but I could see fear lurking behind the certainty in her eyes.
