Velvet’s POV

A FEW HOURS LATER….

The night air felt cold against my skin.

My legs still felt weak, trembling from everything Jack and I had just done for a few minutes. My skin still carried the heat of his touch, the imprint of his fingers, the caress of his breath on my neck. The kind of heat no cold wind could erase.

Still… I needed to breathe.

I slipped out of the room, quietly pulling the door closed, making sure not to draw attention. As I walked out of the room the hallways were quiet, lit only by dim lights of the silver glow of the moon leaking through...