Annabelle's heart stops for a second when Lauren leans forward, and her loins powerfully respond. It makes her swallow uncomfortably, her eyes dilating as her fingernails scrape the wood of the table.

"I don't need to pee," she says with a squint and a shake of her head, sassing him unduely. Part of her wants him to come even closer. But she also wants to keep reading. She's torn between what to give her attention to.