I look left and right in the hallway, to make sure the coast is clear. I don't want anyone seeing me running around with a torn blouse.
Making sure no one was around, I rushed up the stairs.
"Rough day?" I heard Terry's sarcastic voice behind me.
I placed my hand on my hip and turned only slightly, not allowing him to see the full of me. "Don't you ever have something to do? Besides spying on other people, that is."
He laughs. "What's gotten into you today?" He lifts his hands and leaves in the opposite direction.
Something definitely has, I bitterly conclude. And it was too good to be able not to think about it for the entire week.
I sighed and entered Darius and my bedroom. Just seeing our bed makes me imagine us making love on it.
I mean, we already did it once.
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