She locked the door and leaned her back against it with a sigh of relief. As she slid inelegantly to the floor, her eyes filled with tears and her limbs trembled with aftershocks. What was she going to do? Mari never ran away from a challenge, but she had to admit that this was an extraordinary circumstance. Running never solved anything, but she’d had to get away, she had to think. Being around Nico was not conducive to effective or intelligent personal decision-making, especially when her well-being was at stake. She could still feel his gentle exploration of her flesh, could feel his thick length in her still-pulsing core. She gingerly got up on unsteady legs and ambled along to her bedroom. It seemed like every muscle in her body ached. Making her shower as hot as she could take it, Mari soaped and scrubbed her skin, hoping to diminish her awakened desire for Nico. An hour later she reentered her bedroom to a ringing telephone.
