Calista

　　I pushed Cedric away hastily and stood up, feeling flustered and awkward. He let out a frustrated gasp. "God damn it," he muttered, rolling his eyes as he composed himself. Meanwhile, I hurriedly grabbed my shirt and hastily put it back on, my movements filled with urgency. Cedric ran a hand through his hair in a similar attempt to regain composure, both of us pretending as though our passionate moment hadn't just occurred.

　　The door knocked ...