Piper
I stood up from the chair on legs that barely held me. The cape still hung around my shoulders. Killian stepped back just enough to let me pass. His eyes stayed on mine in the mirror for one more second.
I walked toward the back of the salon. Every step made the wetness between my thighs impossible to ignore. I could hear my heart beat as I walked past other customers and employees. I pushed the restroom door open, stepped inside, and left it unlocked just like he told me.
The small space smelled of soap and clean towels. One sink. One stall. Soft lighting. I leaned against the counter and tried to steady my breathing. My fingers still tingled from touching myself. I was so close earlier that the ache refused to fade.
The door opened.
Killian stepped in and locked it behind him
