Third person POV
Alice stepped out of the bedroom, her bare feet whispering against the cool wooden floor. A wave of self-consciousness hit her the moment she entered the common area, making her want to retreat back into the dim hallway.
A dozen pairs of eyes snapped toward her, and she instinctively crossed her arms over her chest, as if she could hide the evidence of what had just happened.
She looked beautifully undone. Her honey-blonde hair was a wild mess, her lips were kiss-swollen and rosy, and a delicate flush painted her chest and cheeks. She walked with a slight, unsteady sway, her thighs still trembling faintly
Besides, a lot of people had heard the moaning, her and her mother were quite loud. And now, they were all staring.
The girls' reactions were the most intense. Their eyes were wide, not with judgment, but with a sharp, hungry curiosity.
