Katherine takes a moment to take in his presence. His hooded shirt stuck to his body like a sheath and she could see every muscle he had worked out for years peering through. The strings to his pants hung, peeking from under the shirt and enticing her. And the pants themselves? They hung dangerously low. At that moment, she wanted nothing more than him to grab her and push her against the wall... or better, throw her on the bed.
She thought back to the conversation outside, about him having control over her sexually... just for once and she felt her stomach tighten with need. She had thought about it and she had relished in the thought before, but now that it was happening, it was a strange mixture of fear and anticipation bubbling inside her.
