“Oh, right.”
It was clear that he had paid attention when I massaged him because he moved from my shoulders down my arms, fingers, and then down to my feet. Because we weren’t talking, I listened to all the sounds of nature.
“How would you describe the sound the wind makes?”
“I don’t know.”
“When I studied to be an author, they taught us about onomatopoeia, which is a real fancy description of words that phonetically imitate a sound. Like a pig says oink and a cat says meow.”
“I can’t even pronounce it. What was it again – onamoto… something.”
I laughed and said it slower this time. “Onomatopoeia.”
“Pretty and smart.”
“What did you say?”
“I said that you’re both pretty and smart.”
“That’s funny, since twenty minutes ago, you thought I was clueless.” I could have kicked myself for bringing back that awkward incident with his erection.
“You’re just very innocent in your thought patterns. You trust people without knowing them for years, and it tells me you’ve never been exposed to much cruelty.”
“I haven’t.”
“It’s fascinating to me, and I’m both flattered and alarmed that you would put yourself in this situation.”
I turned my head to look at him. “I trust you.”
“I know. But I’m not sure you should. At the moment I’m not even sure I can trust myself.”
“If you wanted to hurt me you would have done it already.”
“See, you’re doing it again. You have no idea how beautiful and tempting you are to me. It blows my mind that you’re so fearless around me.”
“You’re pretty fearless around me too.”
He chuckled. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“What if I decided to abuse you while you slept?”
“I wish.”
“Bad example then, but I could have stolen your drone or something.”
He was massaging the back of my knees and moved up to my thighs. “You’re too sweet for that and it wouldn’t work anyway.”
“Why not?”
“Because you don’t know how to fly a drone and you need my thumb print to start the engine.”
“Oh, well, never mind then, but I’m just saying that you seem to trust me too.”
“Because you can’t hurt me.”
“That’s not true. I could have drawn attention to myself at the tournament and told them that you touched me. Remember your words from this morning about not getting you killed?”
He sighed. “Fair point.”
