The unmistakable primal tension between them pulled their bodies together like two magnets, hoping, wishing one of them would cave under that clear desire.
Twenty-three on top of her, the bulge between his pants hard against her raised knee, which she felt was like an open invitation. And she, under him, felt herself secretly expecting him under the layers of fabric that hid away the promised pleasure if he so asked for it.
But as time passed and none of them moved to continue or change positions, Viella felt the fog of desire lift from her mind and body, replaced by something much more foreign than the heat gathering under her stomach.
It was the realization that none of this was normal, their attraction to one another unnatural, formed by something outside of their control.
The mark.
