Then she felt his knuckles touch the nape of her neck, and she thought she might let him. Instead, she felt the back of his hand slide down her back, between her shoulder blades, the movement slow, gentle. His touch felt so unexpectedly—good. Not painfully arousing, as she might have supposed, just . . . cool, soothing. His fingers rested for a moment at the dimple just above the cleft of her buttocks, and then his hand was gone

Hot. That's all I'm saying about that. See- this is the kind of thing that *really* gets me- the longing, but the *not* acting. And the longer you draw it out- the hotter it will be to me.

*sigh*

She took the top of the hydrogen peroxide and poured a liberal amount onto some gauze I think you mean top 'off'.