They drove back to Wynter's place. Keith was steering the wheel smoothly now but the tension between the two of them only grew because of this. They both keep giving each other fleeting glances. Sometimes, Keith would grip her legs, squeezing it. This would only make Wynter feel more anticipated from what was to come.
Wynter would in return bite her lower lip as she covers her hand on his. All of those discreet touches and glances, made both of their bodies burn. Slowly building up until the fire could no longer be extinguished.
As the car halted in front of the building, both of them went out without waiting for the other. Keith then threw the car keys to the waiting valet at the side who got surprised by how abrupt it was.
The two couldn't care less though as Keith pulled Wynter with him in big strides. His hand was wrapped around her waist, slowly caressing the sharp curve of it. They were both in a hurry, and people could see that.