"…did it make you jealous? Or did it make you wet?"
Aoi's eyes darted down, her cheeks burning hotter than a summer sidewalk. She opened her mouth, but nothing came out at first, just a soft stutter. "I... I..."
"Don't be shy, Aoi," Akira said smoothly, like velvet rubbing against her skin. "We're alone here. Just tell me the truth."
Her answer slipped out in a broken whisper. "B-both..."
Akira felt Mia's glare from behind the bookshelf like a knife in his back. She couldn't see his hand under the table, but she knew something was up.
He could almost smell her jealousy, and it made his skin tingle. He almost smiled, enjoying the moment. Let her stew.
"Both?" he repeated, now focused on Aoi. He moved his hand higher up her thigh, his knuckles lightly touching the damp fabric of her panties, feeling the warmth coming from her core. "Tell me more. What made you jealous?"
