My nails digged into the flesh on my sweaty palm in anxiousness. I glanced at the clock on the wall, the ticking sound of it made it movement more dramatic.
11:49.
I've been here since about 15 minutes ago despite all my resolve that I was going the scheduled training an then come up with an excuse. But I couldn't — the urge to please him was far greater than the control I have over my own mind...and body.
I rubbed my eyes again and I could feel the slight puff on them. I couldn't sleep last night— my head kept replaying the whole day in slow motion and I found myself blushing in bed at midnight.
Thankfully, I didn't experience any heat yesterday so the night was relatively easy. Strangely too, Mara didn't go on her nightly rendezvous and I wonder if it was because she had caught on to me that day.
If she did caught on, she never mentioned it and it made me so anxious around her.
I glanced at the clock again. 11:59. Just one minute and he'll be —
