Charlotte’s POV

  

  

   I whined down the window of my room, the night air slipping in, but it did nothing to cool me down. My body was on fire. I grabbed my phone, walked back toward my seat—the seat where I had fucked myself over and over with my dildo, pretending it was whoever was on my screen.

  

  

   My pussy was already wet just from thinking about it. The ache between my legs was unbearable, throbbing, begging.

  

  

   A knock on my door made me freeze. I almost cursed out loud.

  

  

   “Charlotte?” My mum’s voice.

  

  

   Fuck.

  

  

   I dropped the dildo on my bed and walked to the door, face twisted in annoyance....