But it's a small pinch to what's happened to it before.
My breathing is heavy.
The rise and fall of my chest visible as bright lights point straight at me. My nakedness clear to see.
Instinct kicking in, I close my legs and shield my eyes with my free hand and slowly stand up.
“Wanna go for a ride?” The deep tenor voice breaks through my ears. Breaks through it all with just that demanding tone.
His words penetrating through the fog of my mind.
I can't look at him without getting blinded by his lights so I take a step to the side, out of the spotlight.
I should say no, and go back to Storm’s room.
“Yeah,” I agree too quickly.
Why?! I'm not sure, maybe it's because the way he asked me wasn't really a question but more of a ‘you coming for a ride.’ Or maybe it's the fact that I'm so
