Round 5

Hera’s fingers hover mere inches from Abby’s cheek, the young woman’s skin flushing pink at the proximity. It’s clear she wants to lean into the touch, even as fear flickers in her wide brown eyes. Jeane watches with predatory interest, her crimson gaze drinking in every micro-expression on Abby’s face. The room feels charged, like a live wire about to snap—Silra shifts uncomfortably beside Jeane, no doubt her gut still sloshing with the aftermath of their earlier activities, while Halie looks ready to bolt at any moment. Consequence: Abby's heart skips a beat as Hera's fingers brush against her cheek, sending a shiver down her spine. She feels a surge of desire, but also...