I groan as I splash my face with more water. I desperately needed to get away from the floor. I can't believe I have been forced to find sanctuary in the restroom. The memory of Soha's hands all over me almost makes me retch.
That woman gives a new meaning to the phrase Hands-on approach.'
My phone vibrates in my pocket and I roll my eyes as I see Soha's name flashing on the screen. God, what is her deal? I have been away for like, 5 minutes!
Hitting the reject button, I run my hands through my hair, letting my mind focus on the reason I'm going through this torture. The reason I'm dancing with Soha, the reason I'm even AT this silly party.
Her hair. Her eyes. Her innocence. Her anger. Her possessiveness. Her beauty. Her voice.
Her.
Nandani.
Instantly, I am calm. She has that effect on me, that woman. Just the thought of her brings about this wave of peace and serenity in me.
And I am ready to act again.
All for her.
Because she may keep insisting that we can't be together, but she just can't stay away.
And god knows, neither can I.