Now that I'm here, going headfirst into this like I'm not totally clueless, I don't really want to let go for a second. To shrug my coat off, though, I have to, so I let my hands fall to my sides, shoulders rolling back to help push my coat lower, until I can let it fall to the floor, breath catching in my throat. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I'm well aware that this is probably a terrible idea. The more I think that, though, the less I care. I've never been wanted like this before, everything so simple, without any sort of baggage attached, no idea of who I'm supposed to be that I have to live up to. Why wouldn't I want that?

As soon as my coat's off, I reach for him again, fingers curling in his shirt as I lean in for another kiss. At least this, I know how to do, and now I don't have to pretend, either.