Hanna moved one of her hands to Mr. Hudson’s hair, sinking her fingers into it, and ran the other hand over his chest and down his abdomen. She wondered if it would be inappropriate to unbutton his shirt for more skin — his hand was on the soft skin of her lower thigh now, though, so maybe not — but the thought was cut short by his question.

”There’s steps between — this and intercourse?” Hanna asked, tone quizzical. She intended to be a virgin for marriage - surely there was some way a man could tell - but his question implied the impossible, that there were steps in between.