Viana, flushed and breathing heavily, felt Keith's moans vibrating against her skin. She couldn't help but feel a thrill from the contact, despite the fact that her clothes still clung to her. The fabric of her shirt had been tugged and twisted out of place, her pants slightly unbuttoned as Kevin's hand had earlier ventured lower. She felt more exposed in this half-dressed state, her body heated from the constant teasing and touching, her nerves on edge. Even though she was still somewhat covered, the sight of her disheveled state—clothes clinging to her in all the wrong places.