"Liam." Clara's whisper was sharp and urgent, her forehead still against the mirror, her hands pressing flat against the wall. "We have to go. Stop. We have to go right now."
He came inside her.
His hands gripped her hips and held her against him as everything released, his jaw tight, a low controlled sound leaving him through his nose.
She felt it and her whole body shuddered once and she pressed her lips together and stayed completely silent through it for the first time in the last fifteen minutes.
He held her there for a moment.
Then he pulled back slowly.
She straightened up from the mirror and turned around and looked at him with a very specific expression that existed somewhere between thoroughly satisfied and genuinely panicked and she was trying to figure out which one to lead with.
Outside the curtain: "They're over there."
The shop assistant's voice, pointed and certain.
Clara's eyes went wide.
They both moved fast.
