CAMILLA’S POV
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Red wine, the cozy couch and the heat between my legs are all a factor of how I’m staring at Jared, and the fact that he’s staring at me while his fingers graze against my upper thigh on the side. Each brush of his fingers makes my dress rail up, and I become slick between my legs. I drag my nails up and down the back of his bicep, my nails grazing his skin softly as our stares become more intense, and the tension in the air becomes thick. Should I do something?
Should I say something?
“Are you cold?” he breaks our gaze, and he looks at my legs that have goosebumps all over, “No,” I lightly shrug.
That’s all his doing.
He drags his middle finger down my thigh, and I feel how he traces his hand to the inside of my leg, and my breath hitches in my throat as my heart sta
