The rest of the day ended up being awkward for me, the utopia feeling I felt had long gone and was now replaced with me constantly blushing and avoiding eye contact with William, even when he insisted I strip so that he would bathe me.
He was so demanding!
It took everything I had to disagree with his advances. Well, I did strip only that I sat further away from him in the water with reddened cheeks, the thought of having William bathe me got me so flushed that I stormed out and left him behind.
Not my best choice, I just couldn't help it. What was wrong with me? We have crossed countless boundaries, the things we have done together were both passionate and intimate, very intimate. Gazing upon the most beautiful man I have ever seen was way worse, I can't stop my cheeks from fuming and I can't stop thinking about it.
Maybe I need to breathe
