The
room we ended up in was furnished in a classroom theme. I rolled my eyes, but
the other rooms were occupied. Raimes—Tobias, locked the door behind us. He
gave me a smile that set my skin tingling.
“This—this
is a bad idea.”
He
shook his head. “You think too much. I think it must be because you don’t talk
enough.” He grabbed me by the shoulders and gave me another kiss that promised
a myriad of carnal delights.
Fuck it.
