Edmund's eyes lingered on Angela as he pulled away from the intense moment they had just shared in the fitting room. His gaze was smoldering, still filled with desire, and Angela's body ached with the need to continue, but the reality of where they were kept her rooted in place. Her chest heaved, and her skin tingled from where his lips and hands had just been, but the sharp knock on the door reminded them both that they were still in public.
"We need to get out of here," Edmund murmured, his voice low and commanding.
Angela nodded, her heart racing, barely able to form words. She quickly reached for her clothes, pulling them back on as best as she could while still trembling from the intensity of their encounter. Edmund adjusted himself, his movements fluid and composed, as if nothing had happened at all, while Angela struggled to calm the chaotic beat of her heart.