"They say confession is good for the soul."
Jean laughed nervously, "How would you know?"
"That's beside the point. You were going through my things."
"I always put your laundry away."
Jean knew she was on weak ground. Lucien leaned forward, trapping Jean against his bedroom wall.
"Alright! I was putting away your shorts, my hand brushed against it. I was curious."
Lucien traced his fingers gently over Jean's hand still clutching the object. Jean could feel her pulse quicken as her nipples constricted against his chest. His voice was low against her ear.
"Would you like to find out?"
