There really wasn't anything that I could do to try and stop myself from 'seeing' what was going on in that room; it was so utterly captivating in an oddly thrilling and new way that my typical thought process was completely stumped.
I understood what was going on in there, understood the thought process that Isabella must be having right now, and I also was very much aware that what I was doing was rather improper and frowned upon, and yet I was still 'looking'.
I just couldn't tear my 'eyes' away from what was going on in that room, and it was getting to a point where I had to wonder if Isabella had done something to me to cause this sort of reaction... and yet a quick check of myself showed nothing inherently wrong with what was going on.
