I rushed into my room, slammed the door shut and slammed my back against it. What the hell just happened? What did I let happen? My fingers touched my swollen kissed lips. I lost all control, I was disoriented by all the sensations that I was feeling. All the stolen touches, glances, tastes. Even the thought of how uninhibited I was makes me blush deep red. I was ready to tear his clothes off; I had started with his bottoms.
What is it about him that just makes me forget where I am, we were in the damn hall, people actually past us by. Is it that intense deep eyes of his, big pools of dark blue green that almost seem like an endless ocean, the way he looks at me sometimes...it feels like he sees everything like that intense glare is penetrating me or is it that stiffly set mouth of his th
