Sexual Tension III

As Ewan's lips brushed against Athena's, a spark of desire flared, and for a fleeting moment, Athena let go of the remaining restraint tied to the past. 

The rush of arousal clouded her judgment, and she surrendered to the sensation, to the need for release, for relief down there. 

Her thighs clenched, instinctively trying to contain the building tension. But straddling Ewan, she couldn't quite manage it.

His lips brushed hers again, sending shivers down her spine. Anticipation coiled within her, as his gentle touch on her waist ignited a fire that burnt past her clothe.

But the shrill ring of her phone shattered the spell, jolting her back to reality.

She quickly pushed Ewan away, her hands trembling with a mix of lingering desire and revulsion. 

Confusion and shame swirled inside her, like a maelstrom. 

How could she betray herself like this? How could she forget the pain he'd caused?