Ava’s POV
The door shut behind us with a loud thud followed by the sound of the door being locked.
I wanted to scream. To ask him what he was doing in my room, but my body craved a different scene.
My back hit the door as the strangers lips covered mine once more, I couldn't think—wasn’t thinking. I felt like my body had been set on fire and I needed the fire to quench immediately.
I felt myself floating as the stranger lifted me off my feet and I wrapped my legs around him like a moron.
I felt so hot, I wanted the dress off me. My back hit something soft, the bed? Or perhaps the cloud, I didn't know. I didn’t care.
The pressure between my legs was unbearable and the fabric of my dress against my skin felt like a chain stopping me from breathing. I wanted it off.
“Take it off," I whispered to the stranger, my back arching at the tremor that went through my body.