It makes me want to pee. Aaron found himself imagining what it would be like to touch them, only to be jarred out of his thoughts when he heard the shower in the next room turn on. “Okay, you’re being a little scarier,” she admitted. Her eyelids began to flutter as too many sensations overwhelmed her. The balcony blocked her lower half from the breeze anyway, so she would experience nothing from removing her shorts, but Aaron was already off in his own imagination. She had been excited that he was not scolding her like her coach or parents. It’s like a theme park ride: it doesn’t stop just because you cry. He shrugged in response. She was not even surprised when he ran his hands along her torso. Disguising his actions, he even picked her up and set her on the balcony wall so they would be closer in height while they talked. She barely had time to catch her breath before he had slid a hand down into her futbol shorts.
