Zaya leaned against her door, panting heavily, her hands on her chest. She couldn't process what had just happened, so she just kept on panting.
"What was that?" Zaya asked herself aloud, still struggling to make sense of what had just transpired. "My bag, my shoe, my clothes... his lips... his hands."
She paced back and forth in her room, replaying the events of the night over and over again in her mind. "Did that really happen?" she whispered to herself, her voice barely audible. "Or was it all just some crazy dream?"
Zaya couldn't deny that she still felt the tension, the want for Kabir's intimate touch and his seductive whispers. She couldn't deny that she wanted to go back out that door and claim Kabir's lips again. She couldn't deny the fact that she wanted to feel his hand slide into her panties and thrust into her as she moaned his name."
