Nicholas sets you at ease.

“Come on, relax will you?” says Nicholas, his voice, soothing. “If I had the willpower to resist your sex appeal when you were buck naked, I think you can trust me to behave myself when you’re clothed, even barely clothed.”

He gestures for you to take a seat, and you look from him to the chair and back again.

“I’d guess you think pretty highly of me right about now.”

You remember the feeling of his shirt on your skin. The smell of it. The comfort from it.

He’s not a bad man.

He’s the one with the answers.

He did you a kindness.

He said you had sex appeal…

You bite your lip as you try to banish the thoughts from your head, the heat from your new loins. Unconsciously you rub your bare legs together.

You…