“You cold?”
“No,” I answered. In fact, my body burned with desire; how could I be cold?
As he rose to his feet, I stepped back and watched him remove his clothes. Shirt, jeans and underwear fell to the wooden floor. We were both naked now. I was cold and shivering from fear. I knew that some different kind of loving was about to happen but I couldn’t imagine how this would play out. Perhaps that was why I felt both petrified about the next few minutes and eager to begin.
We’d stepped into something that neither of us would have expected when we woke that morning. I don’t know how he felt at that moment, but I was in awe, and profoundly aware of his naked body and mine in such close proximity. Close enough to feel heartbeats, blood rushing our veins, and the pulse that begins high betw
