6FeliciaAs soon as we get back to the cabin, Lance goes into the shower. He doesn’t look at me. I sense he can’t look at me. Something happened in that room which wasn’t meant to happen. He felt something. I saw it in him. It almost overpowered us. Hell, it would’ve overpowered us had the music not ended. I lie on the bed, legs crossed, anticlimactic warmth roiling through me.
My hand moves down my body, almost to my p***y, but I stop it. It won’t be the same. It’s not my hand and my imagination I want. For better or worse, it’s Lance. His body. His hands. His c**k. Most of all, his lips. During the dance, it was like a spell was cast on us. An atmosphere I’ve never experienced with a man enveloped us, an atmosphere I certainly never expected to experience here, of all places. I close my
