The air in her dorm felt stifling, even with the window cracked open to let in the crisp autumn breeze.
The movie on the TV wasn't helping, cause the couple got involved in a hot kiss after a first date and they stripped each other naked completely. He lifted her and began thrusting into her on the wall.
Frida leaned against the counter, staring blankly, his words played on a loop in her head, mixing with the fragmented memories of last night.
She bit her lip imagining they were the couple in the movie and his dark hair in her hands feeling so good as he hungrily kissed her lips and his hands moving all over her body and she touched every inch of him with equal hunger.
Laz. His name whispered through her mind, unrelenting. Heat pooled between her legs again and she looked at the air conditioner, she was pretty sure the damn thing wasn't working.
The knife sat on the cutting board, forgotten as she drifted back into her thoughts.
