As Andrew grew bolder, his hands kneading her hips with increasing confidence, he leaned down and whispered again, his voice low and husky:
"Teacher… you should turn over. I should massage your front also."
Scarlett's eyes snapped open.
"No," she quickly denied, her voice sharp but slightly shaky.
Andrew didn't back down. He kept pestering her gently, "Just for a little while… it will help you relax more."
Seeing her deny him like a shy little girl, something stirred inside him. Before Scarlett could protest again, Andrew placed his hands on her waist and gently but firmly turned her over onto her back himself.
Scarlett let out a soft gasp. She tried to resist at first, but she didn't actually push him away. Deep down, a part of her wanted this.
When she was fully turned and lying on her back, Andrew froze, completely mesmerized.
