He inched toward me, adjusting his glasses. The whirlpool sensation in my belly left me feeling light-headed and tingly. I was well aware that my shirt was still open and I wasn’t making any attempt to fix it. But the closer he got, the harder my heart beat, and the more the pressure between my legs begged me to do something about it. Something crazy. Something reckless. Something so ill-advised I was angry at myself for even thinking it. Angry at him for making me think it.
