Her gaze darted around the room, fear etched into her features, before finally settling on the rumpled fabric of her shirt. With a blush that painted her cheeks a soft pink, she tugged the hem down, covering the tantalizing strip of skin. Her belly button, now hidden from view, seemed to pulse with the beat of a distant drum, calling out to the monster. He watched as she adjusted her sweatpants, pulling them up to cover her hips, the movement eliciting a low growl from his throat. The sight of her self-consciously fixing her clothing only served to stoke the fire of his desire. He longed to feel the warmth of her skin, waiting in the closet like a predator stalking its prey.