"We made a mess," Natalie commented, her tone light despite the unmistakable flush on her cheeks.
The air was heavy with the heady scent of their passion, a reminder of just how intense things had been.
Still, she couldn't help but smile, her body still tingling in the warm afterglow.
Ross chuckled, running a hand through his slightly disheveled hair.
"Yeah, we did," he admitted, his voice carrying a mix of pride and amusement. "But don't worry about it—I'll clean up. You've got another class in a few minutes, don't you?"
As he spoke, Ross adjusted his clothes, zipping up his pants with ease.
It took him mere seconds to look put together again, a stark contrast to Natalie, who was still searching for her underwear.
She crouched down to scan the floor, muttering something under her breath when she spotted them halfway under the desk.
