Sussie Lopez left the private room; the east-west corridor was deserted.
She furrowed her brow; was Finn Hale playing her? Just as she was about to go back, the door of the adjacent room suddenly opened. Immediately, a hand reached out, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her into the darkness...
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Sussie's breath tightened the moment the door closed, with only the neon light from the floor-to-ceiling window making the room look extraordinarily enchanting.
Her heartbeat quickened, thumping loudly.
Her heart pounded forcefully, constantly hitting her.
Only when she smelled that familiar scent did she feel slightly relieved. Sussie was pinned against the door by Finn, his hands propping on either side of her body.
He bent down, his breath blowing on her face.
Softly, warmly.
She reached out, trying to push him away, but her hands on his chest were held down by his.
Even through the clothes, it seemed she could feel his heart throbbing.
Her palms began to heat up.