Amelia POV
I don’t need to be told twice. The moment he pulls out; I chuck his shoulders back possessed by a strength greater than my own.
He stumbles back, taken off guard and my feet land on the ground, granted not in the most graceful ways, but right now? Who cares. I grab the shredded remains of my panty from the floor and bolt out of the bathroom coming face to face with a man climbing the stairs that looks like a carbon copy of Austin. But now is not the time for a meet and greet. I gush past him like the wind, the front door opening and closing at the speed of lightning.
I push the throbbing ache between my legs to the back of my mind as I swiftly run like Forest Gump. The darkened street is lined by bright streetlights and yet everything I pass is a blur.
I don’t look back and
