She stumbles back onto the other bed and glares at me like she wants to fucking kill me. Her chest is heaving, her hair still dripping over her shoulder. Standing, I yank my sweatpants up before taking the few steps to the edge of her bed. I stand over her, and we stare at each other. With each passing second, her breaths fall more ragged. Rolling her eyes, she tears her gaze away and pushes up from the bed, but when she tries to walk past me, I grab her wrist and tug her back.
