She hated that.
But how could she help herself not feeling it?
It was like a vortex, a whirlwind, a hurricane of winged chariots galloping on a ride from her coccyx to her vocal chords and neighing inside her larynx.
Just her body’s uncontrolled response to each time he looked at her.

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