10. I like it when you touch me, Aaron. [Part 2]
"Do you like it?" I ask with a frown, surprised that he likes fashion. Christina told me men didn’t like anything about clothes or shoes. "It was Christina who helped me choose it."
"Bess," he murmurs, closing his eyes with a pained expression. "You can’t even imagine…" he sighs, not finishing his sentence.
I look at him with doubt and finally decide to ask the question circling in my head.
"Why can you see me in my underwear?" I ask. "Because I know it's wrong, but it doesn't bother me."
"It doesn't?"
I shake my head vigorously.
"No, it doesn’t bother me, and I’m so confused."
"Confused?" He starts running the towel across my torso, wiping the moisture from my skin.
"Yes, Aaron, I’m confused," my breath catches a little when he lea
