Not just allowed, I want to tell her. I'm already dying to be touched, dick twitching as I reach for her. I always want more, never feel like it's enough, even when I'm getting more than I feel I should, but this isn't something I would have expected. From the first time I saw her, Faye may have been interested in me for some reason, but she was way out of my league, too. Like the models in catalogues, I could think about her, but never touch. That's what I'd thought, anyway.

Sometimes it's good to be wrong.

Hand sliding over her hip, I tug her close. "As much as you want," I say, and I don't care anymore if it sounds stupid or desperate as long as it doesn't chase her away.