Chapter 245: Exotic Thrill
** Harper **
Damn. How did an innocent and nostalgic date end up turning out like this, which was not innocent or nostalgic at all? And who was even responsible for derailing it in the first place?
Harper could hear the sound of her heartbeat thrumming in her ears, quickening with every second. She never thought of herself as much of a thrill seeker — just like her complicated love-hate relationship with rollercoasters, she didn’t actually feel all that brave to casually try something as exotic and indecently risky as this, but ...
Once the thought was in her head, it seemed impossible to get rid of it. One tease led to another, and here they were, getting completely disheveled in a photo booth. In a way that she highly doubted to be the intended use of this changing room.
Not that she could complain, though. Not with those hot kisses peppering across her neck and the hand skillfully kneading her breast, making the little fires inside her body take over the logical judgment of her brain. Especially not with the sound of her shorts thudding to the ground, crumbled up around her ankles.
Wait. But that thud did seem to sound particularly loud.
"... Is it just me or did the music suddenly get quieter?" Harper asked, feeling a wisp of timid afterthought shadowing their daring escapade.
"It’s just you." Eli chuckled, warm breaths tickling the crook of her neck. "I think you’re starting to breathe too heavily and drowning out the music in your own ears."
"..."