Ariel slammed the door shut, her back pressed against the door, panting heavily.

She'd pushed Volkov away and run out till she found her room.

Now she's alone. In her room. In her space.

Yet, she could still smell him. That intoxicating scent was as if he were still close by.

She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, but that didn't calm her shaking nerves nor erase the feeling of his mouth that had pressed itself into her mind without permission.

She wiped her lips hard, as if ...