17 CHAPTER 17

Soon enough, sounds of angry footsteps were heard leaving the comfort room. Sam pulled back from their close embrace but made sure to anchor Zary just in case she wobbles and falls down.

“She’s gone,” he said after listening closely to whether there were any more sounds coming from the next cubicle.

Zary was still a little disoriented from the intense make out session they just had. She could not explain what she was feeling right now but she forced herself to regain her composure.

Clearing her throat, she spoke. “I can stand now. Thanks.” she turned from him to hide her face that she knew was still beet red. “W-wait for me outside.” Sam only smiled and nodded at her. Then he turned around and headed out.

Once Sam shut the door behind him, Zary looked at herself in the mirror and a disbelieving smile curved on her lips. Oh my god… she shook her head. What had just happened? Did they just do all that in this cramped space?