I felt like I might never function the same way again. At least, not while wrapped in Renee’s arms as her fingers gently caressed my back.
We were both flushed and out of breath, sucking in air like water, but Renee was smiling, and so was I. I couldn't keep my eyes off her face; painted red cheeks alive with color, vivid pastel red lips, and dark red curls that framed her stunning features. I wanted to paint a picture of her, a photo that would last through the ages. She was a queen.
She was my queen.
Hand in hand, we left the bathroom together, ignoring the stabbing stares of annoyed patrons around us. I didn’t care, and I don’t think Renee did either. f**k them all. Nothing else mattered now but this very woman in front of me.
“Let’s get out of here,” Renee said, and I loved the exc
