"Yes, please," he answers, and he knows that's not what she means--well, not exactly--but shit, the feel of her hand through layers of clothing alone is driving him crazy, he doesn't even know what he'll do when it's just them, skin against skin, it's almost too much to even think about right now when he's really ready to just say screw it and tear whatever clothing is left away.

He huffs a laugh, having to drop one hand to grip the edge of the couch. "I mean, that's definitely one way to put it," he says, leaning back and letting out a deep breath. "But no, I'm pretty sure this is the exact opposite of that.