It crawled over my skin like a breath that didn’t belong to me.
I didn’t move.
I didn’t even blink.
The air behind my neck felt warmer than the rest of the room-too warm, like someone was standing close-close enough for their mouth to almost touch me.
My shoulders tightened, but my feet stayed rooted to the floor. I told myself it was nothing.
Just Air.
Imagination.
But my body didn’t believe that . It reacted like it knew better-like it recognized something I couldn’t see.
The red lingerie hung from my fist, tangled now between my fingers. The fabric was soft and thin and wrong-so wrong-but it clung to my skin when it brushed against me, like it wanted to stay there.
Like it belonged there.
A slow pulse throbbed low in my stomach. I pressed my thighs together again, this tim
