I'm standing outside the auditorium and I don't see Cain. Did he leave?

My heart sinks into my stomach at the possibility. I came on too strong backstage, didn't I? God, he must think I'm a sex-starved lunatic. I practically begged him to climb on top of me in front of everyone. What is wrong with me?

It's just that the sight of him makes everything south of my belly button feel...wobbly and ticklish. I get wet and flushed and my skin turns so sensitive, I want to scream. Once, I snuck a romance novel out of my mother's nightstand just to read the sex scenes and I found it...