Story of a girl who wanted EVERYTHING

Chapter 23

- Thank you for accompanying me here! – I looked back at the young servant girl who I had caught by the entrance of the Palace. I asked her to take me to the room of young master Deán or he'll be angry without his supporter. Poor girl hurried to his room like her life depended on it...

- Winnie? – the young master looked up from his book surprised.

- Ahh, I am done with today! I even ran two laps in the park! I then listened to Haka's crying, Kianna's mocking and poor Sarah's whining... so, I did more than enough for today – I smiled at him while stretching my arms.

- I... didn't expect you – he seemed almost worried...

- Should I... leave? – I asked.

- No. Of course not – he shook his head. – I just believed that after you left with Tyler, that meant that you would spend the night in your room.

- I told you I'm just gonna go eat dinner and check my friends! – I scolded him. I walked to his table, grabbed his shoulders and leaned against his back to take a peek on the book he was reading above his shoulder. I didn't miss the chance to place my head onto his shoulder, dangerously close to his neck. He liked it. He tried to hide it, but he was already thinking about me stealing a kiss... I didn't even need clairvoyance to see this.

- What are we doing? – I asked happily. It was strange. I took a shower in my room so I could just walk into Deán's room and fall into the bed to sleep... but then when I was actually there, I felt energized. I felt motivated... to tease him.

- I'm just reading – he answered finally, after getting used to my touch. I checked the pages where the book was opened... it was about war strategies and diplomatic moves. I wondered if he ever read some novels or anything lighter... I supposed he didn't.

- I don't feel like reading – I told him after some seconds of thinking.

- Then what do you feel like? – he closed the book. I was curious if he ever planned on stopping this "trying to make her satisfied" thing. Eventually, they all stopped.

- Why don't you paint a little? It's still around sunset, the colors are lovely outside. I bet there is a nice view from your window – I pointed at his canvas.

- Hmm... - he didn't seem to be convinced, but an idea stroked me already.

- Hey, why don't you paint me? – I asked, and he looked at me like I was completely crazy. Then he thought it through and answered so quietly I almost missed it:

- I usually just paint views... no one really likes standing hours and being painted in my family – he sounded a little bitter, but I was already laughing.

- Well, what's a supporter for, if not for this? And I'd love to see what you make out of it – I smiled encouragingly.

- What if it will be a mess? – he asked.

- Then it will be a mess... it's gonna be treasured by me anyways because it will be the first time anyone ever makes a painting of me – I told him.

- You would really... - oh, he liked the idea. So, I decided to walk over to the window, but I stopped after some steps to turn back.

- I'll need this too – I grabbed his white kimono that he always wore for sleeping... he left it on the end of the bed. I wondered if it was because I was covering myself up in the morning with this one... Well, I liked it, I could still sense his scent on it.

I put it on while he was watching me curiously and walked over to the window. It wasn't just many sizes bigger than me, but it was also too long... but I managed to lean myself over to the wall directly beside the window, holding up my arm to touch my head, then slowly stroking my loose hair a little... while looking at him the most desiring I could. He was silently watching me for long seconds before he could say: