The Massage
A massage leads to more.
We were “just friends” and you asked to come by as you always did, and I agreed even though I was tired and my body ached. I was lying on the couch, and you offered to give me a massage. At first, I said no, trying not to cross those imaginary lines that I had constructed…again. You persisted and I finally gave in, but only a massage, nothing more. You got the lotion and I pulled my shirt over my head and removed my bra,...