(Arata)
Returning to my room, I closed the door and pushed myself against it with my hand on my rapidly beating heart.
What was wrong with me?
Why did I feel jealous when Karsten said if I had been his girlfriend, he would have kissed me senseless and made me forget the world.
The carelessness had cost me and now Karsten knew the real colour of my hair was not black but red. I trusted him not to reveal it to anyone, but my cover could be blown, and he could recognise me.
Well, I had his secret too, and I was sure he wouldn't want his family to know, especially his mother. I could visualise her face if she was ever to find out what he wore.
A satisfied smile planted itself on my lips.
Slipping into bed I was left extremely frustrated, sexually frustrated. That kiss we had shared was etched into my very being and my mind couldn't help but waver back to that.
How gentle his rough hands were as if I was truly precious to him.
