Kain Locke
I was hard,
"Shit."
I practically stumbled out of bed, nearly shoving him off in my scramble to get away. My legs felt weak, my skin burning, but I forced myself to move straight to the bathroom.
The door slammed shut behind me.
I gripped the sink with both hands, leaning into it as I sucked in a shaky breath. My chest was tight. My pulse was out of control. I turned the faucet on, splashing cold water onto my face, but it did nothing.
The heat was still there. The feeling of him, his touch, his breath, his body pressed against mine was still there.
I closed my eyes, trying to steady myself, but the moment I did, it all came rushing back.
And worst of all? My body refused to forget as I felt bubbling heat in the pit of my stomach.
Why the hell did I react like that? Just why the hell!?
