I didn't worry that Rowan saw me naked, or that he wouldn't find my body beautiful. I worried about everything in between and beyond. I dreaded that the ridiculous crush I had on him would become obvious in the most awkward of ways - blushing, self-lubricating, fumbling with words. I wondered how he would perceive me if I wasn't outwardly shy in this scenario. Would he assume I was “loose?" Would he care about that sort of thing?
“Don't look at me," I said, staring straight at the stone dungeon stairwell - never daring to look anywhere else in this prison.
“I wouldn't dream of it," came Rowan's response.
This landed in my chest harsher than I thought it would. “Good," I said anyway.
“Wait, that wasn't right. Dreaming is - dreams, but I…" He cleared his throat. “Never mind. I wouldn't.
