I Want To Touch You Everywhere

But I did not know yet what would make him angry. What if he was angry about this?

"I just guessed. You know there is nothing else about that person. I mean, I never met that person, so there's nothing between us," I said hastily.

"Did I say there's something between you two?"

"No... No, you didn't. I'm sorry if I was being awkward."

He scratched the back of his head and sighed, as if in frustration. "Just a little longer. I have to wait a bit longer."1

"What? For what?"

"For you," he murmured and smirked. 

"For me? But I'm here, ain't I?"

"You're here, but can I feel you? I can't. It's not like I don't want to. I want to touch you more than anything else."

I raised my hand to him, in front of his face. "Here, my hand. You can touch my hand."1

He chuckled and kissed the back of my hand, his thumb brushing on my skin. "Not just your hand, my bride. I want to touch you everywhere, every single place of your body.