Neville wanted to have sex with Linda. He could think it as many times as his brain would allow, but he didn't know if he could say those exact same words. He wasn't used to saying words like this, and he wasn't even used to having thoughts like this. They had really started once Linda became his girlfriend, so she had to be pleased to know that she did that to him, things that no one else had really done to him before. He wanted her to know that he wanted to be with her in every possible way of the word. Maybe he should act instead of speak? Just looking at her down there on his bed, her hair a bit wild on his pillow, made him tongue-tied.
Instead of answering her, even though he desperately wanted to, Neville leaned his head down and kissed her tenderly, a lot more lovingly than he had done so far. He shifted his trembling hands gently so he could reach down and find her jean skirt, trying to figure out just how the thing opened. His hands were shaking, though he still had some control over them.
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