Wet Desires: {A Steamy Collection}
He held up his phone.
I shook my head, defeated.
“Good,” he said, staring at me. “Stand up, please.”
I stood up.
“Can you… jump?”
“What?”
“Jump. Up and down.”
“Why do I need to jump?”
Rubbing his head, he said, “Just do as I say.”
I sighed and gave a small, stiff jump.
“Higher,” he commanded.
I jumped again, a little higher.
“Again. A few more times,” he said.