They moved quickly through the empty corridor and slipped into the women's washroom. Fortunately, most people were still inside the theaters, and the area was nearly empty.
The moment they stepped into a private booth, Rohit pulled her inside and locked the door with a quiet click.
The space was tight, but neither of them cared.
He pushed her against the wall and kissed her hungrily, one hand sliding into her hair while the other gripped her waist. Akanksha moaned into his mouth, her arms wrapping around his neck as she pressed her body desperately against his.
The kiss was messy, urgent, and filled with raw need. Rohit slid his hand up to her breast, giving it a firm, possessive squeeze.
When he finally pulled back, a thin string of saliva connected their lips. He grabbed her hair and yanked it back, forcing her to arch.
"You sure you're not going to regret this?" he growled.
