Charles stood in Nora's room, his heart pounding harder with each passing second.
The cool breeze from the open window eased the heat in his face, but not nearly enough.
Nora, standing before him, trembled slightly, her cheeks flushed and her eyes glinting with a mix of embarrassment and something Charles couldn't quite decipher.
His hands, still shaking, were on her underwear, and with a slow, almost agonizing motion, he began pulling it down.
The black fabric slid down her thighs, gradually revealing her vagina.
Charles's breath caught for a moment.
He hadn't expected Nora to go along with his comment, which had been more of a joke than a serious intent.
But now, with her allowing it, a persistent part of him couldn't back down.
Despite a small voice in his head urging him to stay calm, to not let his instincts take over, Nora's earlier provocation was winning out.
His rational side faded, replaced by a primal urge pushing him to act.
It was obvious what he had to do.
