Touching someone's hair that's not yours was odd.

You always kept your short, even though you knew I liked it when you grew it out.

Touching his cheeks was weird.

I hesitated before brushing it gently, I never did that with you. I wonder why.

Touching his hands was unusual.

They were cold, probably because of the weather, it was pretty windy.

Tracing his palms were like figuring out a new route. An uncharted territory.

I don't feel guilty although I thought I would.

It's all new and good for me.

I just didn't realize it's been this long since I've been with anyone that's not you.

You were familiar.