Justin was pressing the girl to him, tightly and carefully at the same time. His own T-shirt got totally wet from hers.
Emily felt all over her skin, how his chest was moving, how his muscles rolled, as if there were no clothes between them.
This thought exploded in her head and the blast wave scattered everything that still remained coherent and reasonable there.
She wrapped her arms around him, touched his muscular firm back. It was unbearably pleasant.
Through the hot fog she was looking at him, and again reaching for his lips.
Wait! What am I doing!
The sudden realization of what was happening washed over the girl, like an icy shower.
With great difficulty, as if they were firmly glued to each other, Emily unclutched her hands, pulled away from the boss. And with all her might she rushed into the room. She slammed the door, leaned against it on her side and took a breath.
