Inspecting the site, Alina took the scene in with a slow, sweeping gaze. She spun in place, a graceful, unnecessary movement meant to draw my eyes to the silk-wrapped outline of her curves.
I came out of the restroom slower than I'd gone in.
All that splashing hadn't cleared my head at all. If anything, it had left behind a dull, tasteless pressure that only made my thoughts spiral tighter, reminding me of the sweetness I'd just swallowed.
My face still felt warm, and my lower body felt heavy, aching with the blunt realization that it hadn't received nearly enough attention.
Shit. Could I have pounded her right then? Could I have just…
I bit my lip, cutting off the thought.
The set now appeared foreign. It all felt like background noise to the storm inside me.
I noticed a peculiar shift in the atmosphere. The conversation among the crew was completely off-topic, but I could sense a distinct unease vibrating through the garden.
My eyes drifted toward the fountain.
