"I said not to do that." She moved her head down, placing butterfly kisses all along it. I couldn’t speak. I had no words for what I was feeling. I was always so ashamed of my scars. I was ugly, and here was somebody who found me beautiful. I could feel a stray tear make its way down my face. Her thumb was instantly there, wiping it away. Her head was inches from mine. I was expecting to feel her lips on mine, but instead they found their way to the corner of my eye to kiss my tear duct

"I hate seeing you cry… "

I moved my hand to the back of her neck. I felt like I was going to explode, but I wasn’t sure if it was from the way she was making me feel or from all the words she was saying. I so badly needed to feel her. I let my body take over.

I tugged at her t-shirt, pulling it up over her head and tossing it across the room. I sat up, moving her with me, kissing her over and over again. I let my fingers explore her body, testing the water. I didn’t go too close to her breasts. I so badly wanted to, but I was so shy. As if sensing this, Spencer whispered against my skin.

"It’s okay. Touch me." I looked from her eyes down to her breasts, studying them, wondering where I was going to touch first. My hand shaking, I cupped a breast, mesmorized by the feel of the soft skin. I moved my head down towards her nipple, quickly glancing up to a smiling Spencer. I started kissing between her breasts, slowly making my way to a nipple, taking it between my teeth. I was very satisfied with myself when Spencer let out a soft moan.

"Fuck… This feels so good." I let go of her nipple to finally speak. I moved to hover over Spencer, my one hand supporting her weight, the other scratching over her abdomen, over her forming goose bumps. I was going to be brave. I was going to go for it. I found my fingers on the button of Spencer’s pants. This was all feeling so good, but I knew it was just the start. I knew there was more to explore.