Cheon stared at the empty doorway where Rome had stood just moments earlier. His scent lingered in the classroom—expensive cologne mixed with something uniquely him. Her hands trembled as she smoothed down her uniform skirt, the fabric suddenly feeling too rough against her hypersensitive skin.
What had she just done?
She pressed her thighs together, the pressure sending a fresh wave of heat through her body. The memory of Rome's fingers inside her made her stomach clench with renewed desire. This wasn't like her at all. She was Cheon Hae-Won, Class Representative, perfect student with perfect posture and perfect grades. She didn't do things like this.
She didn't let boys touch her in empty classrooms.
She didn't agree to meet them at their apartments at eight o'clock.
She certainly didn't crave more even after they'd left.
But her body didn't seem to care about who she was supposed to be. It only knew what it wanted. And it wanted Rome.
Badly.
