Chapter 20: Drunk

With his every kiss, Lyra felt drunk. With his touch, her body responded in a way that she never planned. The heat from her cheeks traveled all the way down to her entire body. It was too much for her to handle. Lyra was burning as if her fever was high enough to fry an egg on her bare skin. Her heart raced like she just ran a marathon, and it's not stopping any time soon.

The little light that comes from a crevice between their black-out curtains was the only thing that let her catch a clear glimpse of reality. Lyra was too out of it, busy with his every movement. She could hear her own heartbeat as the burning sensation from his hand began to travel from her thigh up to the inside of her shirt. It made her gasp. She has no idea what got into her when she lifted up her own shirt. However, she felt a rush because he seemed overjoyed about it. Halfway up, he pulled it off for her and threw it somewhere in the room.

Lyra was able to see his eyes clearly. It was filled with so much eager