"Huh…?"
A small sound escaped Tonya's lips—half breath, half question—as a jolt of something sharp and electric ran through her chest, and into the warmth between her thighs. The water lapped against her skin, but it wasn't the cold that made her shiver.
It was him.
She blinked, confused, startled by the sudden, undeniable ache building deep inside her.
'What… what is this? Am I getting turned on?...' she thought, heart pounding.
'Why now?'
The heat blooming between her legs wasn't from embarrassment. It pulsed—needy, wet, aching. Her thighs instinctively pressed together under the water.
A flush crept across her cheeks as her eyes flicked to Steve. He hadn't touched her… but his presence—so close, so still—was pressing on her like a weight. She felt herself drawn to him, inching closer through the water without fully realizing it.
Steve noticed.
His jaw tensed, his eyes darkening with an emotion he fought to restrain.
'… she's blushing.' he thought.
