I had the most difficult time wrapping my mind around it. Harold and I had always kept things professional. We liked working together, but this gig meant we would have to practice naked too. For being rather self-conscious, it had never stopped me from doing anything; but I questioned the sanity of this idea. An attraction could form between us after this. Then again, I had always felt there was something beneath the surface, but kept it to myself. Having nothing separating us clothing-wise could be interesting, given how close we work. There had been a few times during a performance when his hand had brushed against my breast or even my thigh while helping me into whatever was being used for the trick, and his expression would change for just a second. Things could get charged between us if there was nothing in the way.