The end of a lunch

Scarlett POV

Will's smile was enough for me to know that I was doing the right thing, the intention was precisely not to draw attention to myself, but at the same time to provoke my reactions.

I took a deep breath as I bit into a piece of pasta, taking care not to drop my fork when I felt the vibration increase. I kept my gaze lowered, just to let my hair fall slightly over my face.

I became much more aware of the surroundings, the other tables, the waiters and waitresses... I know I need to control my breathing, but knowing that there are so many people who can detect what's going on makes me as wet as feeling the vibrations. Surely those with heightened senses must be smelling me. I can feel my skin prickling at the same time as my nipples harden, and it hurts slightly because of those clips.

I put down my fork and picked up my glass of water. I lifted my head to find them both staring at me intently. I was about to say something, but I couldn't, as a male voice echoed behind my bac