'You have to be the Maya he knows... The stable one... The one who didn't just lose her mind in a cabin a few hours ago...'
'I'll just have to act like I used to in front of cameras!'
She took a sip of water, the cold liquid sliding down her throat, but her mind was stuck on the heat. She could still feel the phantom sensation of Mike's semen pulsing deep inside her, a heavy, warm weight that felt like a secret brand.
'God, it's so heavy,' she thought, a flash of panic rising in her chest. 'Is it still there?'
'Can they tell?'
'Can Marc feel how much of him is inside me?'
'Every time I move, it feels like it's shifting... It feels like a physical manifestation of my betrayal.'
She glanced up, her eyes momentarily catching Mike's. 'His face... I know it...'
He was watching her, a casual, relaxed expression on his face, but there was a terrifying intelligence in his gaze, a look that said, 'I know exactly what you're hiding.'
