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The severity of what Annalise had done only hit her after a few minutes. She shot up from the desk and looked around, her dress had been neatly placed by the desk, and she immediately wore it alongside her discarded panties.

Her head turned to glance at the door Nicolás had walked in through but no sound came from it. She focused on her breath, inhaling and exhaling slowly while her head tried to wrap around what had just happened.

The self-consciousness that had eluded her earlier returned with full force. Her first time with someone of the opposite gender and it had gone farther than she had thought. His imprints on her skin still lingered, his hands on different parts of her body, stroking, squeezing and she could still feel his lips on hers.

Annalise wished he wouldn't stop kissing her, the taste of him was enough to fill her for life. How had she never known pleasure like this? Pleasure so… Euphoric, so consuming, it left her yearning for more.