I've been in the room of this suite for half an hour thinking about what Cedric did. Half an hour extremely angry, half an hour hot, half an hour feeling the moisture between my legs. Half an hour also imagining what could have happened if he hadn't left.
I sat down, projected myself, and imagined the whole scene in high definition in my head, feeling my face getting hot and my heartbeats getting out of control.
Half an hour waiting for him to come back to finish what he started, but so far, he hasn't. He never comes back to me.
"I'm tired," I exclaim, getting up from the couch. "I won't stay locked up here all day or until you feel like showing up, Cedric..."
I go straight to the door, and when I try to open it, I realize it doesn't open. I furrow my forehead, try to force it open onc
