Going somewhere

A sleepy groan slipped out Jasira's mouth as she pulled the comforter up her head, she made a mental note to close the window blind the next time. Oh! there won't be a next time.

She sprangled up from the bed immediately at the thought, today was her second day here and it had felt like centuries already.

She pushed the comforter away only to notice she was still in her towel, every part of her body heat up as the memory flooded her head. They took up space in her head showing her all the embarrassing she did yesterday.

She begged! She freaking begged for his touch, for his sinful hand to dominate all of her body.

This was dangerous, she was supposed to hate him, everything about him especially his hands.

This freaking manor was dangerous, everything about the high white manor was destructive for her tiny self.

She scurried down the bed and walked lazily towards the ensuite that was bigger than the one at her formal house, it was bigger and finer but it doesn't