I'm suddenly even more aware of how visible every inch of me is right now. He teeters back on his heels trying to regain his footing on the mattress. "Whoa, calm down. It's just a question." I reach aimlessly for any part of a sheet that I can use to cover myself. I knew this was a mistake. My inner good girl was screaming at me that I'd regret this. I'm not five minutes in and I'm wishing I could dive under the bed and hide. I don't want to talk about sex with him. I want to have sex with him. "You didn't say anything about personal questions." I don't actually sound as freaked out over this as I feel, do I? "I was trying to get you to relax." He drops to his knees now and I can literally almost reach out and brush my lips against his. He looks so devastatingly alluring. Why am I not having sex with him right now? "By asking me about my sex life?" "Alexa." His hand grazes across my shoulder. "This is a process. I need you to relax and talking about sex helps people relax." "What people?" I push my arm across my breasts to cover them at the very same moment I pull my knees to my chest.
