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Turns toward me. I want to touch him, but I'm afraid of his bareness; afraid that he will make me bare too.
" 'Is this scaring you, Tris?' " 
" ' No.' " I croak. I clear my throat. " 'Not realy. I'm only...afraid of what I want.' "
" 'What do you want?' " Then his face tightens. " 'Me?' "
Slowly I nod.
He nods too, and takes my hands in his gently. He guides my palms to his stomach. His eyes lowered, he pushes my hands up, over his abdomen and over his chest, and holds them against his neck. My palms tingle with the feel of his skin, smooth, warm. My face his hot, but I shiver anyway. He looks at me.
" 'Someday,' " he says, " 'if you still want me, we can...' " He pauses, clears his throat. " 'We can...' " 
I smile a little and wrap my arms around him before he finishes, pressing the side of my face to his chest. I feel his heartbeat against my cheek, as fast as my own.
" 'Are you afraid of me, too, Tobias?' "
" 'Terrified.' " He replies with a smile."