Sweet Dreams
Her ankles uncrossed and her legs slightly opened, showing acceptance.
“Are you ready?”
“I… I… yes, I’m ready.”
“Good girl,” I praised, returning my hand to a rounded globe. Just before I lifted it, she pushed her hand back.
“Hazel , we haven’t even started yet—”
“I know, but will you hold my hand? Please?”
I took her hand, giving it a squeeze as she entwined her fingers with mine before I settled our linked hands on her lower back. With nothing remaining to be said, I once again lifted my free hand and dropped it to deliver the first swat.