Lyla

I tried not to be disappointed when I headed up the stairs to my room, leaving Rashid behind to do whatever his mother called about while we were… in the middle of trying to have sex.

My face flushed so hard.

In the middle of a damn dressing room. Who was I?

Desperate, that’s what. Horny and pent up from being teased into sexual oblivion.

How did normal people do this? What was it ...