~ Camilla

This was going to be a long night.

I heaved a long sigh. I slipped into bed, the silk of my nightgown a small comfort against the sheets. I’d just started to drift, the day’s chaos finally receding into a numb haze, when I felt it. A touch, a slow, deliberate drag of a single, warm finger up the outside of my thigh, skating along the hem of the gown. My eyes snapped open in the dark. I didn’t need to see to know it was him. The air itself shifted when he was near, becoming heavier, charged with a dangerous static.

“What the hell do you think...