But even as she ran, her mind cursed her—Why the hell did you remember that now?!
The vision wouldn't leave her.
His body—bare, water glistening down sculpted skin. Not too bulky, but firm, sinuous, tight. A man's body, the kind that looked like it moved because it had to, not to show off. But it wasn't that which made her thighs clench as she ran—it was that thing.
Even limp, it was heavy, thick veins coiling like roots, the swollen tip flushed and daunting, resting against his thigh like a weapon holstered for war.
Just the thought of it—sleeping yet that big—made her mind spiral.
'Focus! Door!'
She lunged, hand outstretched. Fingers grazed the handle. She was going to make it—
Her eyes flicked sideways, instinctively.
And then—
"What—"
Ten meters.
He blurred.
