Trust. Brack was asking me to trust him with my vulnerability. I never allowed that side of me to show. Weakness had no place on a tennis court or in bed. I let the towel fall and pool at my feet. Somehow I knew he'd take his time and make this good. No, great.
I crawled onto the bed feeling the soft cotton comforter rub against my knees. I scrambled into position, but quickly rolled to my side. I felt ridiculous. I knew what he planned to do. One plus one equaled two and I knew that certain positions would work best. Fuck. I had qualms about my large ass sticking in the air. It had never bothered me before so why did I care now?
"You going to lay there dissecting what I asked you to do or do it?"
