Her eyes narrow as that fire inside slowly comes to light and she quickly moves backward, out of my grip. She stops and we’re caught up in an intense stare-down, one that neither of us dares to give in.
Minutes pass before she makes a move, breaking before me. “I’m going to get changed,” she firmly declares, turning toward the stairs.
“Your clothes are dirty,” I point out, taking in my clothes she’s wearing.
She looks down at what she has on, pausing for a moment. “Don’t worry about me,” she shrugs, “I’ll figure something out and meet you in your car.”
I nod at her and she starts to ascend the staircase as I head to the front door. Stopping on the fourth step, she calls my name just as I’m stepping onto the front porch. “Griffin,” she calls to me, gaining my attention and cuts her eyes at me. “Don’t fucking touch me again,” she warns before making her way back up the stairs.
I step out of the house and walk to my car with my cock growing in my pants.
She says that now, but I’m going to make sure that she’ll be saying otherwise soon.