I had never felt such a deep, all-consuming embarrassment in my life. It was one thing to be overtaken by desire, to feel it coursing through every inch of me, but it was something else entirely to have it laid bare for someone else to see—especially in a way I couldn’t control. I had always assumed that the most obvious physical sign of my arousal was the tightening of my nipples, but now this? A mortifying heat rushed through me, and for a fleeting moment, I wondered if it would have ...