“Take your shirt off,” he said, control thick in his voice.
My hands immediately went to the hem of my shirt and pulled it off over my head without my permission.
“No!” I shouted “Stop it!” Nothing worked. My arms fell back to my sides, shirt clutched in my right hand. I tried to cover myself with it.
“Don’t cover yourself,” Adrien said, and my hands listened to him, dropping back down to my sides, discarding my shirt on the floor.
“You asshole!” I wanted so badly not to be embarrassed by this. I told myself standing here in my bra was no different than being in a bathing suit. Not that I ever wore a two piece bathing suit but other people did, and they were comfortable. I slowed my breathing and tried to relax, tried to focus.
He warned me at the car, not to be lulled into thinking h
