"Now," he said in a neutral tone, still expressionless."Now," he said in a neutral tone, still expressionless. I suddenly became aware that he was looking at me. I mean really looking at me. Most men are surreptitious when looking at women. They pretend they aren't looking and then sneak a peek when they think you aren't going to notice. This was different. His gaze was travelling over my body without regard to what I might think, as though he didn't care. I was abruptly aware of my lack of underwear; I crossed my legs and tugged at my skirt as though such adjustments could make my discomfort go away. He let his eyes rest on my chest and I crossed my arm in front of myself. "Don't," he said. "Sorry," I blathered unnecessarily. I unfolded myself and tried to appear casual. My damned nipples were erect, though. "So, what'll we do first?" I said brightly, now a summer camp counsellor. I just couldn't stop my mouth. He didn't answer right away. I don't know if he was considering what he would do or just letting the suspense build, but he waited until the silence stretched to its (my) limit. |