My First Surrender: Heart-Pounding Innocence Lost in the Bedroom
It was my childhood bedroom. Posters on the walls, familiar creak of the floor. I stood at the foot of the bed, arms limp, heart hammering. White camisole hugging my bare chest, white boxer shorts low on my hips. No bra, no panties. Vulnerable. He wore a tee and boxers. Eyes locked. No turning back….