Khai and Ana made their way back to her room, but he didn't take her hand like he usually did. She found this strange, but was thankful anyway. It was becoming increasingly difficult for her to touch him without feeling overwhelmed by the sensations running through her body. She didn't know how it happened, but her underwear felt damp, and the ache between her legs made it hard for her to think clearly.
She finally understood why Meghan had given her the device. It was for women who single handedly ruined their chances of intimacy with their lovers. Ana frowned, wondering if going on this trip was a good idea after all. Khai's affectionate kisses and touches that used to bring her pleasure were now becoming a slow form of torment.
As they stopped in front of the women's dormitories and her room, Ana pushed her thoughts away and looked up at Khai.
He spoke before she could. "Why don't we sleep in my room today?"
