So They Say... No Rest For The Wicked

I entered the empty elevator and that was the end of my courage. As the door behind me, I slumped against the wall and slid down groaning.

I held my heated face and hissed. Th-That... how could he dare!

Sarkhan…

God he does things to me, how I didn't turn into mush in his presence must be what you call adrenaline. He had been too pleased with my decision that he had offered to escort me home.

I tapped my face for a better measure. I can't believe he was this close.

He's such a… man!

How will I live with him, after I marry? I can't afford to jump his bones just because I can't control. I snorted yet again. When I was near him I felt bold, no! Actually, it began when I became aware of his presence beside me. My anxiousness might have consumed too much of my consciousness.

Men… God! I whined in my hands yet again. What do I do? I have never associated with boys or men at all with no cause. I just didn't like men close to me who thought they had a chance with me. And I believed boys wer