She Would Never Know
BERLIN
NOBODY tried to open up about what happened last night but I was not about to say anything as well. As soon as his mother left, I immediately changed back into my now-dry clothes and awkwardly went out of the bathroom with Sin waiting by his door.
“Let us go.”
“I can just walk,” I said, not really meaning to but Sin seems to be not in any mood to argue. “It is already past seven. I am going to train the club members. Feel free to change your mind while we take the stairs.”
Sure. I expected us to take the lift because my body felt like s**t. My eyes were rough whenever I shut them, my mouth were dry with the distinct singing sourness at the back of my throat, and my skin feels itchy despite taking a bath in his bathroom.
“You look like s**t,” he said,
