Cheon Hae-Won sat at her desk at one in the morning, laptop screen glowing in the dark of her dorm room. Her hands still trembled. They had been trembling since the storage room. Since Rome's hand between her legs. Since his mouth on hers and that feeling like her entire body had been set on fire from the inside.
She pressed her thighs together. The memory sent heat rushing through her again.
No. Focus.
She opened a new browser tab and typed: Essentia types energy drain intimate contact.
The search returned standard results. Energy absorption abilities. Catalyst types that pulled ambient Essentia from the environment. Flux types that converted kinetic impact into stored reserves. Nothing matched what Rome had done to her.
She tried again: Essentia aphrodisiac effect physical contact.
