Winter
She kept her head down until she reached the manor, avoiding her mother and the maids as she run up the stairs that led to the bedrooms. Winter shut her bedroom door, turning the key. She breathed in deeply with closed eyes, trying to catch her breath as she carefully untied her cloak and let it drop to the floor.
Soraya had been right about the sex bar but until Winter was sure she would not reveal her true nature to someone during intimate moments, she could not return.
But that man.
His green eyes, his soft pink lips and the roughness of his hands was doing things to her. She still could not think straight.
"I never take off my clothes,"
His voice had been husky with need and want for her. He was a distraction. That was what he was.
"Your mother did not know where you were and neither did any of the maids I questioned,"
