Evelyn raced to her room, her face flushed. If he had gotten any closer to her, she would have passed out. She leapt into her bed and covered herself with the blank as soon as she entered her room. The blank was covered not to protect herself from the cold, but to hide her newfound sensations.
Her body wiggled on the bed as she remembered his soft lips on her neck. The tingling feeling on her skin where he had touched her was palpable. She brushed her finger against her ear, where his hot breath had triggered a heat-rush.
She fell back on her bed to sleep but every time she closed her eyes, his face with those playful eyes appeared. Her heart raced and her breath came to a halt just thinking about it.
She spent the entire night staring at the ceiling above her, remembering his gentle touch. A thought popped up in her mind, "Was he too fallen for her?" Her thoughts went haywire, and her already crimson cheeks became redder.
