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Chapter 17

Hea PV

Needless to say, I didn't sleep for a second tonight.
After Wooyoung left my room I locked the door and cried for hours;
I kept thinking about what had happened and what could have happened if he hadn't left..
and I feel bad, because I know, I wanted him to stay.
Rethinking his touch reminds me of how much I melted in his arms, forgetting all that society forbids me. And at that moment I realized that I too desire Wooyoung, much more than I thought.
But at the same time I understood that I can't let anything happen between us ... it would be the ruin of me.

Since I'm already up so early, I went to the kitchens to see if they needed my help...Well, I regretted it.

I'm now out of Wooyoung's room with his breakfast tray in my hands;
no one had time to climb to the upper floors, since this was the task of the little Kiki, still at rest.
So I am now trembling at the thought of him being awake and notice my presence.

I open the door slowly and I see that the bed is unmade and empty..Maybe it's my lucky day.
I put the tray on his bedside table and immediately notice an empty bottle of rum; and looking around the room I see his clothes thrown everywhere, on the armchair and even on the floor, without any haste.
Was he drunk last night when he came to me?..
"What a surprise!"
I hear say behind me, from a now familiar voice.
"I brought you the brea-"
I say turning around, but I stop seeing him standing as he stares at me with wet hair pulled back and bare-chested.
My brain stops working, and the first thing that comes to mind is 'run away'.
"Do you like what you see?"
He tells me with a languid smile as he walks towards me; and my gaze falls on his abs, framed by a v that disappears under his pants..
"I have to go"
I find the voice to say, but he stands in front of me, blocking my escape.
"If only you wanted, at this time you would have seen much more.."
I bared my eyes in front of so much cheekiness, his way of teasing me will freak me out.
"Gosh you're such a-"
I say pushing him away and walking towards the door, but he grabs my wrist and I find myself one step away from him suddenly.
"Where did your respect for me go?"
He tells me, looking into my eyes carefully.
"My respect for you vanished after what you did to me last night"
I admit angry, holding the weight of his gaze in mine.
But  noticing anyway his lower lip, still red after my bite, which apparently was much stronger than I thought.
"What do you mean? What happened last night?"
He asks me visibly confused; and I don't know whether to believe him.