Diana entered the washroom and proceeded to knock on the door of every cubicle.
When there was no response from any of them, she walked towards the vanity. Leaning back on the cabinet, she wore her heels properly.
After a few seconds, she turned around and glanced at her reflection in the mirror.
Her face was flushing, her eyes looked so sultry that she looked like she was about to seduce someone, her breath was still uneven and her body...was not in her control.
'Don't think about it. Don't think about it. Don't think—'
"Ahh…" Diana covered her face with both her palms, muffling her screams.
The reminder of what happened earlier was playing like a live-action movie in her head. How could she stop thinking about it?
Did she ask him to continue? Yes, she did. And that too unabashedly.
Did she forget that they were in a public place? She didn't.
Did she care about it at that time? Again, she didn't.
