Page 37 of Bewitch

“I can be very good… at times.”

“Do you ever listen?”

“Again. At times. Depends on the scenario.”

“Must everything with you…”

“Must everything what?” I ask innocently.

Lucas shakes his head. “You just want to look good naked so you can have even more sex.”

“Why do you assume I’m having sex now?” I ask curiously.

“You… Some guys are into…”

“Thick girls?”

He nods. Not sheepish at all. Not giving any hint that he’s into me.

Of course not. Not yet.

But he will be. Because he’s not embarrassed to talk to me about sex and knows I’ve not a virgin.

Not that he’ll be the next guy that I sleep with. I’ll get him to think we will and just before… I’ll walk out.

“I would never do or say anything to make you feel uncomfortable,” I tell him.”

He grunts. “I’m sure.”

“You, on the other hand, need to…”

“What do I need to do?” he asks coolly.

I just shake my head. If I let him know that his remarks sometimes bother me—although sometimes they don’t—then he would just get worse with them, and that’s the last thing I want or need.

“What do you need from me?” he presses.

“Push me past my limits.”

“I can do that.”

“Good. Let’s get started.”

And we get to it. He has me stretch first, and I do more than normal. Not to stall, but it’s starting to feel good to stretch. I wasn’t the most flexible before we started, but I’m getting there bit by bit. Maybe I should incorporate more stretches and pilates and even yoga when I can. Yoga especially on Sunday, my day off.

“Focus,” he snaps.

I glance over at him. Of course he’s not even looking at me. Only out of the corner of his eye.

To test that, I flip him the bird.

He snickers. “So mature.”

I shrug. “Maybe don’t ignore me.”

“I’m clearly not. Go deeper even with your stretches. Always push yourself. Just like you should push the plate away before you finish eating.”

I glare at him. “You endorse wasting food instead of teaching portion sizes?”

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