Page 74 of Seduction

I whimper, unable to hold the sound back, but he doesn’t even flinch.

“Did they ever touch you in a gentle and kind way?” I ask him.

“No, Haliee, they didn’t.”

I lift my head up to look at his tear-stained face. “Then, maybe we start there.”

He looks at me confused. “Where?”

“Gentle touches. Like, you’re in a lot of pain and need to shower, right? Wash off the blood and trauma?” I ask, and he looks at me.

“Okay?”

I take a deep breath. “What if you wore your boxers in the shower, and I kept my underwear and bra on, but I helped you clean up? It would be gentle touches with one hundred percent of your approval, but it would be touch like this. Touch that you consent to, and you can stop at any time.”

I watch his face as he thinks about what I’ve said, bracing myself for the huge possibility that he will reject me, but he surprises me.

“I think I’d like that. Please,” he whispers, and I give him a soft and loving smile, kissing his thigh before pulling away a bit in order to stand, and reach out my hand.

“Anything, Matty. Always.”

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