-Elizabeth-
As I slipped through the door of my apartment, the weight of the evening pressed heavily on my shoulders. Zayn had left me teetering on the edge of something thrilling yet completely unresolved, and the frustration bubbled up like hot steam. How could he kiss me like that, tease me with those sultry whispers, and then leave me hanging? My body still tingled from his touch, but my mind screamed for some closure - possibly a little revenge.
I tore off my dress and stepped into the shower, allowing the scalding water to wash away the tension. I felt good, but the yearning for more lingered like steam on the bathroom mirror. Once I was done, I found myself standing at my nightstand, eyeing the pink vibrator like it was the only solution to my problem, which, at that moment, it wa
