Tingled from more than just want. It was desire and needs.
Grace was sneaking secret glances at James the whole time. He caught a few fish and threw them ashore. He became increasingly tense as time passed, his movements becoming increasingly jerky. And he was completely unaffected by her stare. He never looked back at Pearl.
Moonlight shone down on him, beautiful and lovely.
James was a force to be reckoned with. She nibbled her lower lip as she walked through the water. The water was cool, but the liquid between her legs was warm. She should have been afraid or suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder. At the very least, flashbacks. After all, she'd nearly been raped and beaten. She went to a different past, then back here. There were many things she needed to discuss with James
