I left Rhys's room so fast I almost tripped over the edge of the rug in the hallway.
My face felt hot, my breathing was still too quick, and my hands kept trembling. Instead of heading back to my own room, I went straight to the kitchen. I needed something normal to do with my hands. I grabbed a glass from the cabinet, filled it with water from the tap, and drank half of it in one go.
The cold helped a little, but my mind kept replaying what had just happened.
Rhys pinned me against the wall. His mouth on my neck. His hand between my legs, pressing and rubbing like he already knew exactly how I would react. I was shocked at him, but I was even more shocked at myself. I hadn't pushed him away. I hadn't said stop.
For one brief, mortifying second I had actually wondered what it would feel like if he kept going. The thought made my cheeks burn hotter.
