Fauna had absolutely no clue why she was feeling this way right now.
Mika had touched her body countless times before—playful pokes, hugs, even the occasional tickle fight when he was younger.
Sometimes those touches had been more intimate than most mothers would allow: a hand on her thigh while they watched TV, a head resting on her chest, and what stuff like what they had done this morning.
She'd always let him, because he was her baby boy, her precious son. It felt like affection, like closeness, nothing more.
Just warm skin and ticklish giggles.
But this?
This was different.
Every press of his fingers sent liquid fire racing through her veins. Her skin prickled, hypersensitive, as if a thousand tiny sparks danced wherever he touched.
Her heart pounded so hard she could hear it in her ears. Sweat beaded on her forehead and between her breasts.
