The journey toward ultimate trust and intimacy is a slow one.
Our 2nd Person's POV
I know he needs this; the soft, tender touches that I'm giving him.
My hands are exploring him gently and the soft moans and inhalations are proof that he likes it.
I don't want to rush things, so this massage is all I will give him tonight.
I'm hoping that my touches are absorbed; that they help heal the damage that has been done before my time.
I can see the moment the mistrust wavers; can pinpoint the exact second it morphs into trust.
The smile on his face lights up the room and I just know that this is right.
