Chapter 6: Steam and PressPutting Jaime’s clothes on in the morning has started to feel like a s*x act. All I hear is breathing and my heartbeat and I’ve begun to allow my fingers to trail across his muscular legs and occasionally catch on the front of the fabric of his boxers because I burn with curiosity to figure out what’s underneath there. Instead of going behind him to clasp the back shirt stays, I lean forward against his thigh and loop my arm through his legs to reach behind him, sometimes letting my cheek brush his hip if I’m feeling bold.
He never tries anything, but part of me wants him to. He’s always so calm and I’m desperate to see him let go a little—especially if I’m the one causing the relaxation.
I definitely scared him off from making any type of advance toward me, and
