Celeste;
Running as if I'm fleeing for my life—which I literally am—I don't look back.
Ignoring the pounding of my pulse in my ears. My heartbeat still in overdrive, even that suffocating silence does nothing to slow it.
I'd clamped my legs all the way back home, stifling the lust flooding through them, heat tearing through every brick of sanity I'd carefully put in place.
His slender, beautiful fingers came and ruined it all.
Turning my brain to mush and my senses to pudding.
I refuse to dwell on the thoughts as I race upstairs, caring less about the sound of my slippers slapping against the expensive rug.
It's already 3 Am, some of the staff should already be up by now. And with the riot raging inside me, I don't care to protect anyone's beauty sleep.
Returning to my bedroom—and not Romano's—I throw the door open and lunge inside, shutting it behind me as I lean against the sturdy wood.
Everything replays in my mind like a broken record that just won't stop.
