“Here.” With the headphones covering my ears, it makes hearing his instructions difficult, so he maneuvers my body instead. Hands skim the backs of my arms, every hair rising in the wake of his calloused fingertips. He curls his fingers around my elbows, pressing to lift my arms an inch higher before continuing on down my forearms. His front molds to every inch of my back, his knees bumping against the backs of my thighs, which clench at the familiar bulge resting on the top curve of my ass.
