Your fingers brush against the outside of my bare thigh as you inch up the hem of my skirt a little more. Sitting next to me on the couch during movie night, blanket covering a bunch of us where we are all squished in together, I’ve been paying more attention to your presence than anything on the screen. As your fingertips start stroking more insistently, crossing to the top of my leg and promising to go farther if I’ll let you, my breath catches and you look at me. Without taking my eyes from the screen, I nod my head slightly and mouth the words, “Yes. Please.” Your hand slides…