The scene couldn't have been more intimate.
Yara Quillan seemed to realize she'd gone a bit too far, especially given their current position. For some reason, her face suddenly flushed bright red.
She struggled, trying to pull away and get off Henry Lester, but the more she moved, the more tangled they became.
At some point, her hair had snagged on a button of Henry Lester's pajamas. She didn't dare sneak a glance at his expression. Just as she tried to climb off him, the snagged hair pulled taut, sending a sharp pain through her scalp. She instinctively reached up to free it, but as she lifted her hand, she lost her support and tumbled right back on top of him.
The fall sent her chest crashing hard against his, and at that same moment, she felt a distinct warmth press against the insides of her thighs.
She was a urology student. The realization hit her in an instant, and her mind went completely blank, her mouth falling open in shock.
'That was... that was Henry Lester's...'
