Lily
I stood staring at the door of the meeting room. I will never look at that meeting room in the same light again. What the fuck happened? What was I thinking? Why didn’t I push him away? I let a fucking stranger touch me intimately. My previous boyfriends had to wait for weeks to be allowed to do that in the bedroom. Hell, I had never done such a thing outside of the bedroom! So, why did I let him? His touch felt amazing, and right. As if I was supposed to be there with him. It was maybe too much of a good thing, too overwhelming. Too much cannot be good, right! It really cannot happen again!
“Lily? Ready to come in?”, a team member asked. She looked confused at why I was just standing there in front of the door. I nodded and shook the distraught look from my face.