Ricardo
"You change in my room," I instructed, turning towards the window as I noticed her hesitation.
But she wouldn't dare defy my orders, would she? Or was that why my blood was suddenly running wild?
I sensed her mumbling words, but I didn't turn. I just stared outside at nothing in particular while watching her shiver from the corner of my eye.
Why didn't she stop when the rain had started? She could have just let the rain do the job, but she was far too stubborn.
I tugged the tip of my nose as I stirred the glass of liquor, allowing my breath to run through its rim.
I noticed she unzipped her gown after a few seconds, and gosh, I was tempted to turn. The way that wet fabric clung onto her body was just…
I took a sip of the drink and let the liquor burn down my gut, trying to force my mind to focus instead.
By the time I was done settling my thoughts, I noticed she had fully changed into the new clothes the maid had brought.
