His
I trusted, completely, that he knew what I needed.
When he entered the room he had removed his shirt, his muscles sculpted by the slivers of light beaming through the blinds. My breathing caught a moment before settling again into a slow peaceful rhythm. He stood tall, confident, completely in charge and he knew it. He stood a few feet away looking down at me with his expression neutral, observing me, before stepping forward and touching my shoulders.
“Straighter Angel… I know it’s been a long time since we did this kind of training, it’s time to pick up again. I know you can be straighter.”