Chapter 7: Effects of Isolation
Her breath grew unsteady, the warmth of the blanket doing little to hide the heat rising in her chest and bottom area.
Every slight movement he made—whether shifting his weight or adjusting his position—made nervous.
Her heart raced as she considered the consequences—what if he noticed? What if he caught her in the act?
Would he be angry? Disappointed? Or would he take advantage of her?
The uncertainty made her skin prickle with a strange mix of fear and anticipation. The more she thought about it, the itch inside her slit grew stronger.
Her fingers trembled slightly as they brushed against the bare skin of her thigh, the sensation sending a shiver up her spine.
She stole another glance at him, heart pounding in her ears. He hadn't noticed—at least, she thought.
Biting her lip, she pressed her legs together, her palm resting lightly against her skin.
A guilty thrill curled in her stomach, but a tiny voice in her head whispered caution. What if he turned his head? What if the others noticed?