Chapter Eighteen: Wet & trembling
Phoebe's POV
Every step I took felt like torture.
The small pink vibrator Seth had pushed inside me this morning was still there—snug, full, and impossible to ignore.
It wasn’t even on yet, but just the feeling of it stretching me, pressing against my walls with every movement, made my thighs tremble.
I kept my head down as I walked through the hallway, trying my best to look normal. But I wasn’t.
My panties felt damp already, and every time I shifted my weight, the toy moved slightly inside me, sending little sparks of unwanted sensation through my body.
I hated him.
I hated how aware I was of my own body now.
I made it to the cafeteria and quickly found an empty table at the far corner.
I sat down carefully, pressing my thighs together, hop
