Oh fuck.She can definitely read my mind.And that was a problem.
Because if she could hear what was going on in my head . . .
She chuckled again. ‘Oh Lizzy, such a busy mind.’
Crap!I closed my eyes tightly and tried to build some kind ofStar Trekforce field around my thoughts to stop her from rummaging around in my head. But it wasn’t working, because the feel of Cam’s hand on my chest and that damn flutter moving up my spine was too distracting. Cam rubbed a thumb across my chest. It wasn’t sexual, not at all; it was something far worse than that . . .
Intimate.
‘Beautiful,’ whispered Sage. ‘And now it’s time to get into what I call the posture of primal honesty.’
I did not know what that was, but I did not like the sound of it. Every molecule in my body screamednope. Hard pass.
But Sage just smiled at me – yup, she was a mind reader – and then floated across the mat like someone who was not bound by gravity.
‘Let me show you how it’s done.’ She pulled a cushion towards her. ‘Imagine this is Cam’s lap; you climb onto it like this, facing him, and gently wrap your arms and legs—’
‘Sorry, what?’ I blinked and then shuddered. ‘I don’t think I heard you correctly. I thought you might have said I should sit on Cam’s lap, but then I realised you couldn’t possibly have said that, right?’
‘You will resist, of course you will, but this is the most powerful posture of all.’ Sage breathed in and out in a slow, spiritual way.
Cam looked at me and raised one of his eyebrows.
‘Don’t,’ I warned him.
‘I didn’t say anything.’
‘You werethinkingsomething.’
Sage smiled blissfully, looking from me to Cam and back again as if she was enjoying this.
‘Why do I have to be the one on his lap? Good to know the patriarchy is alive and well even here.’
Cam burst out laughing, but Sage looked very serious. ‘Lizzy, you’re absolutely correct, you do not have to be the one to sit on his lap. You have such a strong, holding body, I think Cam should sit on your lap.’
A holding body, what the hell did that mean?
‘I’m not sitting on your lap,’ Cam said sharply.
‘Why not?’ I demanded. ‘I thought you were the one who was into all this. By rejecting my lap you are rejecting spiritual healing itself.’
‘You can’t weaponise healing,’ Cam replied.
‘Watch me.’
‘Come, Cam, upsies!’ Sage patted my thigh.
‘Upsies, Cam!’ I repeated with a smirk.
‘That’s enough teasing from you, Lizzy,’ Sage said in a voice that a kindergarten teacher might use.
‘Fine!’ Cam moved towards me, but as he did so, something dawned on me. And it had nothing to do with gender roles and everything to do with power. As a fighter, you never wanted to be underneath someone, you always wanted to be on top.
‘Actually – wait,’ I said, straightening up and holding out my hand. ‘On second thoughts, I’m going to sit on you.’
Cam narrowed his eyes at me suspiciously, before realisation washed over his face. ‘Always the fighter, Lizzy.’
‘What can I say, you bring it out in me.’
