Sana could feel his eyes on her even as she disappeared into the kitchen. The weight of that cold, hungry stare made her skin prickle with awareness. Her cheeks were warm, and that strange, shameful heat between her thighs had returned slick and insistent. She pressed her legs together under her salwar as she helped Miss D’Souza with the rest of the breakfast things, trying to ignore the way her tight kurti rubbed against her sensitive nipples.
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