We both kept smoking, the rain outside pouring down in a steady, heavy deluge. Inside the small, cramped apartment, the air remained dense and muggy, a fine layer of sweat coating both of our bare bodies from the intense friction of the last twenty minutes.
I smirked, shifting the cigarette to the corner of my lips as I reached out and grabbed Penelope by her shoulders. I firmly turned her around, pulling her backward against me until her spine leaned flush against my bare chest.
"We're both fucking sweating," she muttered, her skin slick under my hands as she made a half-hearted attempt to squirm away. "It's fucking disgusting."
"Just… stay?" I murmured, wrapping my arms around her waist.
