Logan trembled because I directed him to the locker room. My hands pushed gently from his spine, guiding him keenly able to sense that his shaking body and fast beating heart. His eyes were so wide, so searching for a indication of what was to come once we proceeded through the shadowy.
I kept my face expressionless, wanting to find out what he could perform and how he’d react without prompting. But down deep, my own heart was rushing, excited by the thought of having him prepared for his new fate.
Once we were inside, I ran my hands underneath his clothing, feeling his business chest and flat stomach. As my palms ran his sternum, his heart pounded like a drum, hard and fast. He was also nervous. Extremely anxious. Even scared. But his extensive eyes stayed forward and his human body stayed.
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