Chapter 25

• She was still a bit on edge, he was so close, and his fingers were so close, touching her, almost like he was petting, or stroking, or calming her like a scared bird. She could feel his heartbeat, hear his breath go in and out of his lungs ... it was strangely intimate.
• “I don’t know how much of that ... well, that cross bar thingy looked weird ... but um ... maybe?” she didn’t want to say too much. It was all very private, and even though he was being super nice ... her hidden desires were just that, hidden. She remembered one of her favorite stories that she had read on one of those sites ... for, um, inspiration. There’d been a girl who kept getting caught, or seen, naked, and at first, she had been scared, but eventually, she had realized she liked being watched ... That was a secret too.
• “I um, do let you pick some clothes ... well, nighties and stuff ... I guess that means I am ... sorta?” she equivocated, not sharing just how much the idea of not owning her decisions was getting to her.