Off Limits
My body tenses, my mouth falling open on a silent cry, and I ride it out, my hips grinding against my own palm, my thighs squeezing my hand like I'm trying to keep something precious inside.
And then I hear it.
A footstep. Heavy. Deliberate.
My heart stops. My hand freezes between my legs, still slick, still shaking, and I stare at the ceiling like it might tell me I imagined it. I didn't. There's another footstep, closer now, and then the soft creak of the floorboard right outside my door.
I should move. I should pull my robe closed, roll over, pretend I'm asleep. I should do any of the sensible things a person does when they realize they've been caught doing the one thing no one is suppose