I want to touch you. But I’m afraid. Afraid for so many different reasons. I shouldn’t want to, but I do. Thinking about you and talking to you excites me. I want to lie next to you, take your hands and put them on my body. I want to know if you’d like how my skin feels beneath your fingertips. I want to know if reading this makes you hard. If you’ve thought of me the way I’ve thought of you. When alone, do you put your h...