James’s hand didn’t stay still either.

My dress was just long enough to cover his actions. To the others, it looked like we were just sitting close together, but they didn’t know he was trying to feel my leg.

Normally, I would never have done something like this.

But after what had happened in the bathroom, the dynamic between James and me had changed, becoming undeniably flirtatious.

It was like a sheet of paper, once torn, that I no ...