10.

His eyes were large, even up close; a pleasant sort-of medium brown. His lashes were thick too; guys always got lucky with eyelashes. She'd noticed because she'd watched those eyes during their last little exchange. They'd gotten bigger; the brown now surrounded by white. She was close enough to feel the catch in his breathing. He was turned on. Seriously turned on. So was she.

She reached forward and brushed her hand against his groin. Through the fabric of what she could now feel were re-purposed sweats, her hand nudged something hard and thick. Her fingers explored his cock through the sweats, and the mind-reading thing happened again; although...