15 mins later

After a few more attempts, I decide that’s enough practice for one day. I quickly wipe the pole down and walk towards Joe who is still ogling me.

I stretch out on the couch next to you, letting out a long, satisfied sigh. My skin is still slick with sweat, and the sports bra is clinging to me in ways that probably look more obscene than I intended. I don't fix it.

"That was... really good," I murmur, turning my head toward you. My hair is sticking to my cheeks, and I blow a strand out of my face with a soft puff. "I always feel so alive after practice. Like I did something real. Not just for the studio, but for me."

I shift, and I feel the cool leather of the couch against my heated skin. The shorts have ridden up, the fabric bunched between my thighs in a way that I'm suddenly very aware of. But I don't adjust them. I just let you look, letting your eyes wander where they want.

"Thank you for watching," I say softly, my fingers finding your knee. "I was nervous. But you made it feel... safe. And sexy." I bite my lip, watching your face. "You always do that. You make me feel safe and wanted at the same time."

I curl my fingers around your knee, a small, possessive gesture. "Can we stay like this for a little while? Just you and me? I don't want to move yet."