Mental Exhaustion

'I don’t see my efforts as philanthropy. I know the meaning of the word, but when I hear it, I think it creates a kind of class divide. It emphasizes the vast difference...'

Scarlett bit her fingernails, pacing from one end of the room to the other. She stopped to listen to Cameron’s entrancing voice from the laptop on her bed.

Not once but twice, she had kissed Cameron, and one of them she had even initiated. She thought about the time he wiped her lips, the soft strokes of his hands, his eyes darkened with the lust he was feeling. She felt a fresh pool of wetness between her legs. She crashed and lay sprawled on the bed.

There was no denying her attraction to him, or whatever it was that made her act like a crazed sex maniac around him. It was potent, pulling her with a force she couldn’t explain. It left her core wet and throbbing with need. She wanted him with all of her being. Yet the small part of her brain, the part that still had working cognitive abilities, screamed in her he