I ran my hand over my body, smoothing out the subtle wrinkles in my shirt, and I situated my short, frayed denim skirt.
With one final smile at myself and a slow exhalation, I turned and stepped out of the small restroom.
He stood in the same place, waiting for me, but also blocking my immediate exit.
Great!
“Look, I just wanted to apologize. I was confused by the restroom signs on the doors and figured I would try this door first. I wasn’t trying to do anything sneaky.” I rushed out.
Why did I have such a hard time keeping myself composed with him?
He is still smirking as I speak.
He reached out slowly, his eyes didn’t leave mine as he did. I wanted to flinch, but my body refused to move. It was as if he spoke in vibrations, and my body responded, because as soon as I felt his roug
