The day after the party escape

The day after our escape from the party in the previous story…I woke up to my phone vibrating on my nightstand. My body still remembered every touch, every thrust Matheus had made at the party, and his message only heightened my desire:“Good morning, hottie. Ready to continue yesterday’s madness?”I smiled to myself, feeling an intense heat rise from my stomach to my throat. I typed without thinking:“I can’t wait… pick me up at the mall at 2pm?”