Chapter 12

But shibari…Tom had trouble sitting still at the best of times, without something to occupy his hands or engage his thoughts. He was fidgety even watching a movie. But for this, he’d have to be still for a long time, with nothing more to think about than the feel of rope sliding on his skin, and Gabe. Tom loved Gabe, but that wasn’t much to keep his brain going. It was hard for Tom to get into the right headspace for shibari, even if he loved it once he got there. He hoped Gabe knew what he was getting into.

Gabe finished arranging things and sat back on his heels, looking over at Tom. Tom’s stomach clenched with nervous anticipation.

“So,” Gabe said, and he had that air of coiled nerves, like a snake that was waiting for just the right moment, “I know stayin’ still is hard for you. So, thought I’d give you some incentive. This is gonna take a while, an’ you might get tempted to fidget around and spoil up my nice, pretty patterns.”