Close was good. Close was almost as good as kissing! Maybe not quite as good, but Sholeh had vague memories of a time when closeness had been even better--though she had been wearing fewer layers between them that time.

Many fewer. Like...none at all. Just skin to skin and the closeness had been wonderful.

She stretched upwards and she leaned forwards, her hands tentatively sliding over his shoulders to his back, pushing herself that much closer still...

The desk chair tilted forward with her weight, creaking a bit on its pivot.