Our hands locked onto each other’s body, fingers connected to the fierce pulse of our sexual energy. I longed for our passionate Saturday mornings together. “Here?” He inched closer, positioning his hand where he knew I wanted it, snuggling closer. He smelled like sleep and sunshine. “Yes.” There’s a bitter sweetness to remembering. He nuzzled his nose to my ear, “You like it when my fingers touch you like this.” I do, I did. I wish I’d told you. “You want me to do you first?” “No, let’s keep going together.” I lied. I wanted him focused on my orgasm. His...