My chest rises and falls rapidly.
“You have nothing to be worried about… You made me feel good. I want to make you feel better…” His lips pause on my ear, warm and enticing.
I release a breath and shut my eyes, deciding before I bolt in fear.
“Okay?”
I nod without meaning to.
“I’ll close my eyes. I promise,” he says, putting his cigar away.
I reach for my bra, despite the noise in my head. Slowly, hands trembling, I peel it off and pull it out from the side, unable to check if he’s watching me in the dark. I fear my heart may not take it if I catch him staring. I let it drop on the sofa and steady my breath. The freedom it offers terrifies me.
“You done?”
“Mm,” I reply.
“Sit with your knees out. Back against my chest.”
I do as I’m told, clumsily, but obeying.
When my back to
