Candles flickered around the room from the windowsill. Rain pattered against the large window near the bath. I turned on the hot water and filled the tub with Foamy bubbles for Sierra to relax after our session tonight.
“Take off your clothes,” she said when the bath was half full.
“What?”
“Take off your clothes,” she repeated. “You’re coming in with me.”
“Am I?”
“For aftercare.”
I stiffened and swallowed, my palms clammy. “Maybe another time.”
“But you promised,” she whispered.
“I know,” I said. “But …”
She stared up at me through wide, sorrowful eyes, and I pushed all my insecurities to the side. I didn’t want her to touch me the way I touched her because I didn’t know how I would react to it for the first time ever.
“It’s okay,” she said after I didn’t respond. She turned towa
