After a few moments of staring at the ceiling, neither of us dared to speak. I wasn't forced to do it, and he didn't compel me into it. I allowed it because I wanted it to happen. It's simply that talking about it after it's done is embarrassing.

“Dominic...” I bit my bottom lip after calling his name, and my cheeks felt hot when he stared at me. “Could you perhaps face the wall while I speak?” I inquired.

He responded with a query, “Why?”

“Hmmm, because looking at you right now is embarrassing.” He nodded as I acknowledged shyly.

He rolled over on my top and muttered, “How about...