-Rub.

“Hng, ugh...”

-Rub, rub.

“Ah, ugh, hmm…”

I indulged in a bit of forbidden relief, using the pen I had borrowed from Ethan. I was fully aware that he could notice me at any moment, but I honestly couldn’t hold back any longer. Spending hours each day in the same space with him seemed to intensify my desires to unbearable levels.

Fortunately, he was focused on his work, his gaze fixed on his desk. That likely gave me at least an hour of freedom.

That would be plenty of time to take care of my needs alone. And if …