clairefrayser:

What I meant to ask is, is this… usual? What it is between us, when I touch you, when you … lie with me? Is it always so between a man and a woman?

In spite of his difficulties, I knew exactly what he meant. His gaze was direct, holding my eyes as he waited my answer. I wanted to look away, but couldn’t.

There’s often something like it, but no. No, it isn’t—usual. I have no idea why, but no. This is… different.