Xanthippe had heard boys (and, well, men) telling her to touch them, before. But never before in a way that was so completely non-gross. Or in a way that seemed to be more for her benefit and pleasure than someone just trying to use her.

That seemed to put a kind of shine in her eyes.

And she pushed herself upright so that she could sit on the edge of her bed. That put her pretty close to his body, but that was a good thing. You couldn't really explore from afar, right? Her hand was still on his abs; the other reached up for his chest. Her palm dragged over one side of it, her thumb bumping over his nipple.