[END] Wandee Wittaya (ENG)

02 (Sorry)

[Wandee'sPOV]

I'm dead...

I must have died for sure, because when the alarm clock rang, I didn't even have the strength to move.

He has left. The guy who had been with me all night. I still had some consciousness before he left, so I knew he had cleaned me up and changed my clothes into a new set.

The soft blanket was tucked in around me by his hand. The air conditioner was also set to the right temperature by him. I wonder how he could be so kind. It doesn't fit with his tough appearance and cold eyes.

I sneakily looked at his face one last time when he was tucking me in.

He was handsome in a wicked way.

He was handsome in a dangerous way.

He was handsome in a way that could break my heart. That's all I can define that guy.

It must have been a stupid state that occurred when I was half-conscious and half- shameless, that I found I couldn't take my attention away from that strange guy at all.

I wonder because it's so good, that's it.

I shook my head to clear the hangover, opened my tightly closed eyelids and trying to forget. Then used my trembling hands to remove the blanket from my body. I felt pain all over as I tried to get up. The hole still felt numb as if his thing was still stuck in it.

My legs were shaking when I used them to prop myself up and sit on the edge of the bed. I couldn't describe what I was feeling right now. I felt the pain, but another thought that came to mind seemed to be more influential than that.

I really liked last night's love scene.

I liked the passion I ignited in myself.

I liked the violence when he entered... I'm twenty-nine years old, and I've just discovered that I like sex in its raw and rough form.

Hey, is this even greater than Einstein's discovery of E=mc²? I laughed out loud once, then had to cover my mouth when I realized it was hoarse, dry, and sore.

The sound of the book in the novel is like this.

I smiled brightly, showing no sign of regret. In fact, I felt happy. My dull life had finally begun to have meaning.

Sex like this is the best.

Having thought of this, I turned to snooze the alarm clock. I stood up with a happier attitude than the night had passed, but then I had to lie back down on the bed again, groaning because of pain in the hole. It wasn't unbearable, but when it hurt, it reminds me of the time I was humiliated..

I think I'm starting to be obsessed.

But... where will I see him again?

I blinked my eyes rapidly from thinking. The cheerful air from a moment ago began to become a bit more serious. Then I slowly propped myself up and sat down again, silencing the alarm clock that rang again. Because I am the type who likes to postpone waking up, so I have to set the alarm to snooze every five minutes.

This time I turned it off after waking up fully. The alarm clock made me stop thinking about the young man for a moment. I carefully got up again, limping to the kitchen to start a new morning life.