Yas POV The handle rattled one more time, and my heart slammed against my ribs like it was trying to bust out. I froze right there on the sink edge, jeans shoved down around my ankles, my pussy still pulsing from Dian's tongue, all slick and bare in the cool bathroom air. His body shielded me, hands locked on my waist, his breath hot against my neck. “Stay still," he whispered, tense as hell. Then the voice cut through clear. "Yas? Dian? You guys in there?" My brows shot up and Dian’s eyes narrowed. And then, at the same exact moment, we both whispered– “Mila.” The panic, the tension, everything disappeared instantly. I placed a hand across my chest as I let out a shaky breath, my shoulders dropping in relief. “Thank God.” My heart still raced, but now it wasn’t fear of being caught by Trina. No, it was the fear of what Mila was about to say. Dian eased up too, his grip going soft. With one hand still on my waist, he gently lowered me from the sink, his
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