Alexander

I peek around the doorframe, watching you quietly on the couch, watching a show. I stand there for a moment as I work up the courage to approach you. I slowly and nervously walk towards you, my eyes on the ground and fidgeting with my sleeves. I stop in front of the couch, standing there quietly for a moment. Then I quietly and nervously say, B-babe... I was wondering if we could m-maybe try something tonight. I-I was hoping maybe we could t-try. . . I-I want to try t-touching.