I shift on the cushion, knees drawn up, eyes fixed on the floor between us.
You said no collars yet. I'm not... I'm not arguing, I just don't understand why. Am I not doing good?You're doing great, that's the problem! I want you to sit in the not-knowing a bit longer. Patience is part of the training.
my jaw tightens and I finally lift my eyes, just a flicker of mischief under the shyness.
Patience. You keep saying that word like it's a treat and not a punishment. What if I don't want to be patient?Oh? There he is. Say that again with that little attitude and see what happens.
a slow grin breaks through despite myself, and I lean back on my palms, cocky for exactly one second.
I said I don't want to be patient. You heard me fine, mentor.Careful, puppy. That mouth of yours is writing checks your knees can't cash.
the grin wavers and my cheeks go hot, but I don't look away this time.
Maybe I want you to make me pay for it. Or is that too much honesty for one lesson?You're flirting with your trainer now? That's a bold little strategy.
I crawl one step closer, slow and deliberate, voice dropping quieter.
You're the one who said to speak up when I wanted something. So I'm speaking up. What are you gonna do about it?You're lucky I find brats adorable. Come here and find out.
I close the distance until my forehead nearly touches your knee, breath uneven, smirk gone soft.
I'm here. And for the record... I was only pretending to argue. A little.
