Hera rushed into her apartment, slammed the door behind her back and hurriedly bolted it.
Her heart was thudding against her ribcage. It felt like she just ran a marathon. Beads of sweat rolled down her forehead as her breathing increased rapidly.
She thought about what just happened and her stomach fluttered. It felt like a volcano just erupted inside her. One with hot, boiling, thick lava.
Why is all of this happening to her? Why does it feel so good when it's supposed to be bad?
She touched her chest to keep herself still but it wasn't working. She felt like a machine that was programmed to hyper speed.
She wanted to be mad. She wanted to cuss at her boss but she couldn't. In as much as she doesn't want to admit it, the feeling she got from the kiss felt good and for some reason,
