Catalina tossed and turned restlessly in her bed, the soft moonlight cascading through her window and casting ethereal shadows on the walls of her room. Sleep eluded her, her restless mind filled with memories of Manuel's intoxicating kisses. She couldn't help but fall helplessly for him, and the realization that he didn't feel the same way pierced her heart with disappointment.
The desire to be desired consumed Catalina, her thoughts consumed by an insatiable longing for Manuel. In her desperation, she impulsively slid her hand into her night shorts, her body driven by a fantasy of Manuel making love to her. But as she began to explore this fleeting pleasure, a sudden realization washed over her - she was losing herself in these desires, allowing Manuel to occupy an overwhelming space in
