On getting home, Lily ran straight inside her room, her heart was still beating uncontrollably fast. She held her hand to her chest, trying to be at ease, but it wasn't working. Why? She had never dreamt of falling in love after she woke up from that accident; it was more like her romance button was turned off, and she never tried to turn it back on. But then, why? Why did she enjoy it when this man touched her like this? Maybe it was because she hadn't felt a man's touch.
The young woman nodded to herself, "That's the only explainable reason for all of this," she muttered, walking to the bathroom to take a shower. Maybe the cold water would help her wash away those thoughts, or maybe she was admiring the man because he was out-worldly handsome. Lily couldn't even deny that fact, even if she tried to lie to herself. That man, Mr. Ryker, was not just handsome.
