I turn my head, trying to look away. But a strong hand holds my chin gently, turning my head back to the window. “Watch them. You know you want to.” I do want to. But the ache between my legs is almost unbearable. My knees begin to buckle, and Emerson holds me tighter. “What’s wrong?” he whispers in my ear. “Nothing,” I stammer, forcing my voice to stay level. “You can touch yourself back here, Charlotte. No one can see you.”
why is this SO fucking hot
