The bathroom cubicle was quiet now, the heat of our earlier intensity fading into a soft, comfortable glow. Aeri sat on the cool tile floor, her back against the steel door, her body naked except for the black mini skirt still bunched around her waist. Her chest rose and fell with steady breaths, her skin flushed pink, and strands of her hair stuck messily to her forehead.
She looked up at me, pouting, her eyes sparkling with a mix of amusement and mock annoyance. "Such an idiot you are," she said, her voice light but teasing. "What's there to feel jealous about random comments?"
I rubbed the back of my neck, feeling a bit sheepish now that the fire in my chest had cooled. "Eheh, sorry," I said, giving her a lopsided grin. "Guess I got carried away. Those guys just… got under my skin."
She rolled her eyes, but her pout softened into a small smile. "Jeez, help me stand now," she said, holding out a hand toward me, her fingers wiggling expectantly.
