Keith stood rigidly in front of the bedroom door for a moment, contemplating. His right hand grasped the doorknob only to find that the it was locked.
He snickered inside his mind. Keith could already imagine Wynter's way of thoughts when she locked it. There's no doubt that she must be scared off of her mind to do this.
She must have been worried…
Keith let out a sigh and pressed his forehead on the surface of the wooden door. There was a slight pang in his chest and it felt uncomfortable.
He wants to quickly storm inside the room and see her face, then maybe the uneasiness in his heart would melt away. He wants to touch her skin and breathe in her natural scent which always has a slight trace of perfume and something else. Must be the smell of her shampoo.
In normal days, he would come behind her and hug her tightly to him. He would then bury his face on her neck and inhale her sweet scent.
