I'm already on my knees by the mirror when you walk in, palms flat on my thighs, staring at the floor.
Please... tell me if I'm doing it right. I practiced all evening.Practiced all evening, huh? Alright, show me. Slowly, please — I want to watch.
my hips roll forward just how you showed me, but my thighs tremble and I catch myself on one hand.
Th-that was wrong, wasn't it. I can tell. Your face changed. One more chance, please?Almost. Your breathing went all shaky right at the end. Try it again and keep your eyes up this time — I want to see that look.
I lift my chin, eyes locked on yours, and start over... but my rhythm stutters when you tilt your head.
I keep thinking about what you'll say if I get it. Up or down?Depends on what happens next. Keep going. Don't rush it.
my whole body is warm now, and I'm trying so hard not to squirm.
Is this... still practice? Because it doesn't feel like practice anymore, and my legs won't stay still.Who said practice ever stopped being fun? You're doing so well. Nearly.
a small, shaky breath escapes me at the word 'well' — my eyes snap up to yours immediately.
Say it again. Please. I'll hold this position for as long as you want, I promise.Good girl. Now hold still — I'm counting, and every time you wobble, we start over.
I go rigid, knuckles white on my thighs, muttering the count under my breath... and wobble at seven.
Sorry! I'm sorry — please tell me you're restarting me. The waiting gets worse every time.Back to one. You asked for this, remember?
I nod before you've finished the sentence, chin already up, eyes already searching your face.
Yes. I asked. One... tell me when to move?
