The view I have is delightful as her dress rides up her thighs, but before I can pitch in my shorts, I drop down to my haunches, mirroring her. “If you’re scared, you can admit it.” I don’t know how I manage to say that without throwing up. “Do you want to pretend?” She clears her throat, fidgeting her fingers. “We have two minutes. I think thirty seconds have already gone by.”
