As I stood there watching Kate's internal struggle play out across her beautiful face, I could practically taste her conflicted desires in the air. The way her fingers nervously played with the hem of her dress, how her breath came in shallow little gasps - it all painted a picture of a woman torn between loyalty and lust.
[Yes...] Her mental voice was thick with determination. [Why didn't I think of this sooner?] Her thoughts raced with excitement. [I don't even need to spell it out for him...]Her mental voice carried a note of cunning. [Just need to create the right situation...] Her thoughts turned inward, laced with anticipation.
I watched as her eyes glazed over slightly, her pupils dilating as her mind conjured vivid images. [Just enough to make Barry wild with jealousy...] Her mental voice was thick with need. [Seeing me with another man...] Her thoughts raced with dark excitement.
