First Contact

It's funny to think that I was nervous the first time I was close to a boy. And I mean, physically, not emotionally. I don't think I've ever really been that close to a boy emotionally. When I was in my sophomore year of high school, I went to the dance with this cute guy in my science class. He was nice, and a little surprised I went with him. I knew he was nervous, and so was I, though I would never have let him know that. When we danced, I went in close to him, leaning my head on his shoulder, savoring the warmth. It was then, I think, that I started to crave this kind of contact.