“Do you know him?” Rowan asks without looking at me. He just came home thirty minutes ago, and he's still in his uniform. We are in his room. He's on the edge of his bed, taking his shoes off. Confused, I furrow my brows and ask, “Who?” Who is he talking about?
“The guard, do you know him?” he asks again, his eyes now fixed on me. Diego? I gulp down. He must have seen us together earlier. I didn't really intend to talk with Diego. When Marcellus arrived, I helped him carry his belongings. I was following behind him when someone suddenly grabbed me by my wrist and dragged me to a pillar, cornering me. It was Diego. “I f*****g miss you, Carolina,” he cursed before smacking his lips with mine, but I pushed him. “What the hell are you doing?!” I hissed, wiping my lips with the back of my hand
