Amy's brain went through a total meltdown. She couldn't even begin to process her next move. However, without wasting time, Luther dashed to the books Amy had left on the floor, and went back to force her frozen feet to move.
He pushed open the closet, and threw both of them in it, and just as he closed it, the door opened.
Right on the nick of time.
If they'd been even a second late , they would have been in serious trouble.
Amy found herself seated on Luther's lap, gulping and swallowing never-finishing saliva. The closet was surprisingly small, and even though it was dark, she could still make out his face, feel his breath on her, and be forced to look at his lips which were so close to hers. Her hand was on his chest, and it was beating rapidly. He had a hand on her waist, while
