STORM
The knock on the door had Storm's heart beat picking up again, this time not out of pleasure, but out of nervousness.
What did I think I was doing, making out with Kaden in the restroom, when just anyone could walk in?? She thought, amazed at her audacity.
"Don't worry, I locked the door when I came in." Kaden said, his eyes fixed on hers. "Breathe.." He muttered, straightening her hair which had become shaggy and sweaty. He also smoothed the creases on her gown with his hands—all these he did without taking his eyes off her.
What is this guy?
She mused, feeling herself get horny for him again. This won't do. She knew. She wanted more. She would keep wanting more, even if he obliged her now. They both would keep wanting more, and that's why she believed they needed to part ways before somebody—her to be precise—got hurt.