The bathroom door creaked open beneath her trembling fingers. A slow breath escaped her lips, and even that felt like a sin.
The air that greeted her was cooler than what lingered inside the bathroom, but it didn’t wash away the scent of sweat and steam clinging to her skin.
Her hospital gown stuck to her thighs. Her inner muscles were still fluttering from the aftershocks of her orgasm, her panties nowhere to be found, her entire body coated in the flush of what she had just done.
She had moaned his name.
She had screamed it.
Her eyes lifted, cautiously, like a thief peeking out of the shadows.
And there, standing in the middle of the hospital room with her back straight and her hands folded delicately in front of her waist, was the last person she wanted to see in this moment.
He
