Stella's POV
"So, what's the plan for tonight?" Ashley asked, stabbing her last piece of waffle.
"Dunno yet," Henry mumbled, mouth full of pancake. "Maybe a bonfire?"
Ethan's fingers traced the edge of my panties, and I squirmed, trying to keep my face neutral. "S-sounds fun."
Jess looked up from her phone, eyebrows raised. "You okay, Stella? You look flushed."
"Just hot in here." I fanned myself, kicking Ethan gently under the table. He just smirked, his hand pressing firmly against me.
"It's not that hot," Matthew commented, glancing out the window at the breezy day.
"Must be a personal heatwave," Ethan said, his voice dripping with innuendo. I elbowed him, but that only made him press harder, his fingers rubbing slow circles over my panties.
I bit my lip, stifling a moan. No one
