My First Helpless Card

"Neil, I seem to have sweated a lot, my clothes are all soaked through, could you also help me..."

I didn't continue speaking, instead directing his gaze towards the part of me still covered by the blanket. He seemed a bit shy already just looking at my upper body, but now, with my gesture, his face flushed even more crimson. Suddenly, he appeared flustered, unsure of where to proceed from here, uncertain of what he should be doing in this moment. His steady hands now trembled slightly as he pondered his next move, his mind seemingly caught in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. I could sense his hesitation, his inner struggle mirrored in the subtle changes of expression flickering across his face.

"If it's not okay, that's fine, you've already helped me a lot,"

I feigned helplessness, curious to see if he would fall into the trap I had set. This was my second attempt at teasing him; the first time had been in the dressing room, where he fell for it. And now... once again, he fell fo