Margot POV
A small, broken sound escaped me before I could stop it, high and thin, nothing like my normal voice.
I twisted under the coat, pulling at fabric that suddenly felt like sandpaper against oversensitive skin, pressing my thighs together hard enough that the muscles in my legs burned.
Nothing helped.
The ache had gone sharp and rhythmic, timed exactly to the frantic hammering of my heartbeat.
Every pulse sent another wave of heat rolling low and deep, and I could feel the slick that had already soaked through the thin material of my underwear. It was cool and humiliating against the inside of my thighs every time I shifted.
My face felt as if it were on fire.
I knew without looking that my cheeks were flushed dark, that my lips were parted because I couldn’t seem to get
