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knew by the tone of Chris’s voice that wasn’t at all what he had in mind, but I was suddenly nervous.
    “Michelle.”
    “What?”
    He took a step toward the sound of my voice and reached out for me.  Feeling completely out of my element, I wrapped his arms around my waist and felt myself melt.  I could feel the heat of his body against mine.  I wanted him so much. 
    He leaned down and kissed me.
    “How about I show you my bedroom?” I blurted out, putty in his hands.
    “Yes please.”
    Wordlessly, I took Chris’s hand and led him upstairs.  He followed me without hesitation, fearless despite navigating new and unfamiliar territory for the first time.  He trusted me.
    He wasn’t the only one entering new and unfamiliar territory.  But could I trust him?
    It was kind of a big deal to be taking him up to my room and not just because I’d never had a boy – well, man – up there before.  It was more than that.  My bedroom was my sanctuary.  It was the place I’d come to cry after an especially brutal day.  It was my safe place, devoid of any mirrors, where I could be alone.
    I was good at being alone.  It wasn’t what I wanted, but I was good at it.  I’d accepted my fate just as Chris had accepted his blindness…until now.
    N ow that he’d broken down my walls, I’d invited Chris into my world.
    We sat on my bed and instead of immediately pouncing on me – which probably would have scared me off – he ran his hand over the bedspread.  “I can smell your perfume in here,” he commented , breathing in deeply.  “It’s the vanilla stuff you always wear, that smells like cupcakes.  Describe the room to me?”
    I looked around and felt like I was almost seeing it through new eyes.  “Well there are a black desk and dresser against the far wall,” I told him.  “There’s a bookshelf beside the bed, mostly full of dumb romance novels.  The bedspread and curtains are wine colored and there posters on the walls.”
    “Boy bands?” he teased.
    I chuckled.  “No, mostly indie bands most people have never heard of,” I replied. 
    “Yeah, I never really took you to be the boy band type,” he nodded, his arm sliding around me.
    I leaned into him, feeling my body respond immediately to his touch.  Our lips met.  I wasn’t sure if he’d kissed me or I’d kissed him.  It didn’t matter.  All that mattered was the way he was making me feel, warm and tingly and like I was on top of the world. 
    At some point I found myself lying on my back, staring up at the ceiling as Chris kissed my neck.  I could feel my nipples stiffening and my breathing becoming erratic.  What he was doing felt so good!  I’d shut this part of myself off, resigned to the fact that the only romance I’d ever have would be vicarious and in the pages of a book. 
    But now Chris had flipped the switch, reigniting all the passion and desire I’d been su ppressing.
    His hand slid underneath my clothes, tracing a line across my belly until his fingers reached the edge of my bra.  He wasted no time in sliding beneath the band, exploring my body in ways no one else ever had.  His fingertip grazed my hardening nipple and I gasped, caught off guard by how good, how different , it felt when he touched me.
    My t-shirt was pushed right up above my breasts.  My bra was the type that fastened in the front.  Chris seemed to figure this out almost immediately and his fingers skillfully manipulated the clasp, opening it with little effort despite his lack of vision.  He opened my bra up as though he was unwrapping a precious gift, baring my breasts to the cool air of the room.
    “Wait.”
    Even as I said the word, my body screamed at me to shut up and let Chris continue.  I wanted him so bad.  I craved him in every fiber of my being.  I was in utterly, hopelessly in love with him and showing him how much I cared felt natural and right. 
    But something was holding me back.
    “What is it?” Chris murmured, burying