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I stared at him wide-eyed, waiting for what on earth he was going to ask me to do.

“Go to the bed and sit against the headrest,” he commanded.

I thought about protesting, but that would just waste valuable time. And if I was truly honest with myself, I was also curious about what he was going to ask me to do. He hadn’t told me to remove any of my clothes, so it made me think that it wasn’t going to be me that was touched tonight.

As he kept his eyes on mine, he undid a few buttons on his shirt, and I braced myself for him to take it off, but he didn’t. I ignored the disappointment clouding within me, taking note of the spattering of dark curly hairs that were now revealed. Before I knew what was happening, he had snapped off his belt buckle with a flourish, pulling out the leather strap from the loops of his trousers swiftly. It clattered to the floor with a clang as the buckle knocked against its prong.

My heart began to beat