“Is this a gym, Cairo?” I ask, staring at the bunch of equipment in this faint, red-glowing room.
He ignores my question and just turns the key on the door, sealing the lock with a click that's terrifying and electric.
Our skin is suddenly too warm, and our breaths are getting rough and louder.
I can feel his thumping heartbeat against my body and I'm sure he can feel mine too.
He slowly gets down a few steps before we're fully inside.
He sets me on the ground and I stand just in front of him.
His olive-grey eyes, despite the dark room, they're prominent. They're fixed on me without letting go, making me feel small.
He starts working the buttons of his black shirt, and when he gets to the last one, he draws the clothes off his body, taking his time.
God damnit!
My breath shu
