Chapter 9 Crismon Sunrise

• Roselyn and I made out in the narrow closet, while the party livened up in the distance. I played with her breasts until her nipples hardened, and her slick fingers roamed on top of my panties until they became wet. Her lips felt hot and hungry against my skin; they also carried a sense of danger I simply couldn’t ignore.
• She eventually stopped touching me and reached for my neck, just one breath away from my mouth. “We should get the hell out of here” She muttered. “I know a place”
• I nodded, as I heard footsteps and the trace of soft laughter in the next room. Roselyn grabbed my hand, pulling me back to the corridor. Her spicy proposal, combined with the unease in my head, was making my knees tremble, but I did my best to leave the party with a straight face.