Kyra's POV
We didn't speak as he carried me back into the house and up the stairs. I glanced around nervously, worried someone might see us in our wet clothes, but the hallways were empty—everyone was still at Phoebe's party.
Nathan pushed open the door to his room and locked it behind us. As soon as we were alone, he pressed me against the door and kissed me again, deep and hungry. I wrapped my arms around his neck, matching his intensity, my body melting into his touch.
We both wanted more. After five years apart, one encounter wasn't nearly enough to quench our thirst for each other. When he slid the straps of my dress down my shoulders and let it fall to the floor, I didn't hesitate. Any thoughts I had of teasing him vanished the moment our lips met again.
