[He shudders a bit as her fingertips trace over his abs, his chest and his mind both filling with fluttering thoughts and feelings. Was this right? Was she doing this for his sake? Was he taking things too fast? Too far? What if they woke up regretting this?]

[What if she woke up regretting him?]

[Darin might be largely innocent, but he's not oblivious or willfully naive. He knows people do things in moments of passion that lead to repercussions. He knows that people get worked up and follow urges rather than rational thought.]

[At the same time, there's so much unresolved sexual tension in the air, it can be cut with a knife. What if things changed when that tension was gone? What if he felt differently? What if she felt differently?]

[His mind and his instincts clash to the point where he seems to have to tear his hand away from her breast, planting it on the bedding beside her so he can prop himself up over her. Finally, he breaks the kiss.]

We...

We should wait. Talk about this more before we...

[He sighs.]

I want this. I want you. But I want to do this right and not...

I want to know you more. I want to know what you think of me. What you want.

I don't want to take you...I want...I want us to share each other. Does that make sense...?