The rock she hid behind was large enough to conceal her small frame, but still—she couldn't believe what she had just seen.
Was he… touching himself?
'Ariana, leave,' she told herself quickly, panic rushing through her. Was she crossing a line? At this point, it certainly seemed so. But why would he be touching himself?
W… was that even normal?
She peeked again, curiosity getting the better of her. Her eyes flew wide as she watched his hand move—slow and steady on his rod. He clenched his jaw.
She shifted back, her heart pounding. For some reason, the way his wet hair clung to his face and how his skin glistened under the waterfall's soft light made her breath hitch.
Then she heard him groan.
Her hands shot up to cover her mouth, breath trembling slightly. A warmth surged through her as a flutter stirred in her stomach, her inner thighs tingling as if her body was reacting to the scene.
"Fuck, Aria…"
Her entire body froze. Her heart pounded in her chest.
He had caught her.
