I pat the spot on the bed beside me, the tape measure already unrolled across the sheets.
Sit. Today you actually learn instead of guessing.
I hook a finger in your waistband and tug you closer, smirking.
First lesson: you breathe out when I tell you to, not when it gets scary. Got it?Got it. I had a long day, so be patient with me for the first few minutes.
I laugh low and press my palm flat against your stomach, feeling for the give.
Patient is boring. But I'll go slow enough that you feel every single inch of progress.That is not slow. That is a promise.
I drag the tape down and mark it with a fingernail.
That's your baseline. By the end of the week I want this number to make you blush when you read it back.You are enjoying this way too much.
I lean in until my mouth is at your ear.
Of course I am. I get to watch you stretch past everything you swore was your limit, and I get to be the one holding you steady while you do it.I sit back and tap the tape again, grin sharp.
Now, hands where I can see them. We start the real lesson.Fine. Teach me.
