"Hangin' 'round downtown by myself~
And I had so much time~
To sit and think about myself ~
And then there she was...
Heather barely registered the music playing through the speakers at first. Her head leaned against the window, eyes on the passing blur of buildings outside. The city lights should have been distracting, should have pulled her thoughts somewhere else.
But nothing could take her mind off where they were heading. Her fingers clenched slightly against her bare skin. The ruined dress felt like proof of how everything had unraveled. The gown from the party, ripped at the side because Caius had torn it free when it got caught in the elevator doors.
He had saved her life. But in the process, destroyed the dress. Now, she looked like a mess. Like someone who had been through hell. Her body even itched now, probably psychological, but real enough to make her uncomfortable.
"I can smell the s*x and candy~"
