I opened myself, exposing and offering, pleasuring myself—at least in the act.
It didn't seem to matter.
Someone, not just anyone, but someone special—Abigail—was looking at me.
:Bree…:
My fingers froze as Senne's voice intruded into my head.
I saw Abigail rub her lower lip with her thumb.
In my panic, I resumed, pretending nothing happened.
Don't mess this up, Bree.
Don't mess this up.
:Where are you?:
Senne was being annoying again. Invading my mind just like that.
I wanted her to go away.
I couldn't answer her anyway, even if I wanted to.
Then the voice didn't come back.
Relieved, I continued to please.
But something felt off. I couldn't concentrate. I looked at Abigail. Her eyes were still fixed on mine. I swallowed as I saw a flicker of disappointment, or worse, rising boredom in her eyes.
This is not good.
I started to let out a soft moan, a whimper. Twisting my body slightly, rubbing harder.
But—
:Bree:
