Aisha took a breath, her voice barely audible.
"Okay...fine. I was gonna say—"
She started, but Cassius raised a hand, his voice quick.
"Hold up. I wanna do this right. You're twisting around like you're spilling a secret, and it's not working. So, let's talk face, to, face, eyes on eyes, no hiding."
Before she could protest, his hands found her waist, lifting her effortlessly, his grip firm but gentle, turning her in the saddle to face him, her small thighs resting atop his.
"Cassius! What the hell?!" Aisha yelped, her voice a panicked squeak.
Her heart raced, her body tensing as she sat facing him, their faces inches apart, her petite frame perched against his broader one. The closeness hit her like a spark, his thighs solid under hers, his warmth seeping through her robe.
