Khalida blushes as she freezes. “I’ve never kissed anyone before.” She winces, bracing for the ridicule. 

Sorcha sighs. “I don’t want to wait.” She frowns as she fumbles with her key and she opens the door to a room with a punching bag in the middle at the foot of the bed, and a thin waterfall separates her bed from the rest of the room. Plants line the walls, and a TV and full bookshelf interrupts.