“I want you to slap my face,” she spit out before she could stop herself. When she saw his reaction – something between alarm and curiosity – she immediately regretted that slap my face. “Not hard enough to hurt me but hard enough to feel the sting.”
“I’m not sure how I feel about that,” he said, “but I’ll keep it in mind.”
Keep it in mind…had he filed the information away for later or discarded it entirely?
At the moment, he was restless. “How about we take a look around the yard?”
He moved to his feet and so did she, though when she reached down to grab her clothes, he stopped her. “Leave them here. You can do this naked, though you’ll need your sandals. Don’t want your bare feet torn up on the gravel path.”
She slipped her feet into her sandals and moved with him through a door
