I pulled Tyrone's hand away from my eyes.
At this moment, he was pressing his entire body on top of mine, and the action reminded me of that crazy night before.
My breathing started to quicken. His breath was so close that I could feel the warmth on my face, and I could sense my cheeks beginning to flush.
In this tense moment, in such a public place, surrounded by so many guests, and in the middle of a murder scene, I felt aroused. I knew it was wrong, but sometimes my body didn’t listen to my brain.
Perhaps sensing something was off with me, Tyrone got off me, turned around, and shielded me from the man’s line of sight.
We were frozen in this position.
Time passed, second by second. Was he planning to just wait for the police to arrive? If the police arrived outside the door, would
