“Mika,” I heard him whisper. “Hey, wake up.” “Mm?” I groaned, rubbing my eyes.

I felt his hand on my inner thigh, and I froze. It was dark, but I knew it was Chris. I could smell him. His hair brushed against my arm, and I shivered. His hand moved up my thigh and stopped just shy of my panties.

“Do you want me to stop?” he whispered.

“No!” I gasped.

His fingers slipped inside the leg band of my panties, and I could feel them wiggling their way ...