Chapter 58 Terminal Desires Ch8
- She shouldn't be here. Not tucked into this dim corner of the maintenance wing, not with her back pressed to cold metal and her thighs trembling. Not with his hand over her mouth, holding back the broken moans trying to rip out of her throat.
- Someone was calling her name.
- "Lena? You in here?" A voice echoed down the hall. Another gate agent.