Kelly just barely managed to focus on the matter at hand, trying her hardest not to be distracted by the pleasant sensations from her stiff nipples rubbing along his muscular chest. She leaned in close to examine his shoulder, feeling goose bumps forming from his warm breath on her neck. She thought she felt his lips brush against her neck once or twice, but dismissed it as her imagination; he knew she had a boyfriend and he was too much of a gentleman to try that.
No matter how badly they wanted each other to try something.
Taking a handkerchief from her nearby backpack, she gently wiped the wound clean, her other hand casually resting on his other shoulder. �What�s the prognosis doc, am I gonna live?� he quipped jokingly.
She smiled back. Now that it was cleaned off and the bleeding had stopped it barely looked like anything more than a simple scrape. �I think you might just pull through. It just looks worse than it is.� She leaned close again her body pressed tightly against him for an endless moment, and playfully kissed his shoulder. �All better.�
Max felt his fingers lace around her hips as if with a mind of their own just as her small hands gently rested on his shoulders, gazing into each others� eyes, their lips barely an inch apart, their hearts pounding in their chests, time seeming to grind to a halt around them.
Her subconscious reminded her of how often her boyfriend was rude and annoying, and how gentle and kind Max always was around her, and how he would probably never find out about this little incident and how this might not happen again ever� no no no focus� She felt him start to get aroused under her, and she could hardly blame him; she was feeling the same way.
He felt the conflict between id and ego, duking it out as they always did, one voice telling him that she was off-limits until she broke up with her boyfriend no matter what, the other challenging him to take a chance and show her what she could have with him. His fingers begged to touch her soft skin� But the gentleman in him won out, as it always did it seemed. �We should� um� figure out sleeping arrangements,� he stammered out, mentally kicking himself. Hard.
They got the sleeping bags out of the backpack and laid them out. They stole occasional glances at each other, her admiring the look of his slightly wet torso and him sneaking a few peeks at her skintight wet t-shirt. �You should take that off,� he blurted out.
�Excuse me?� she replied, completely taken by surprise.
�I mean erm� cause you�re wet. It�s wet. The shirt.� He fumbled frantically for the right words. �With the cold and the wet clothes you might catch a cold or something.�
She let out a nervous chuckle. He was always being silly like that. �I suppose I should change then.� She turned her back to him and dug into her pack, relieved that the rain hadn�t claimed her spare change of clothes. �No peeking,� she added jokingly.
