EVE.
I leaped to Saint's room and didn't even bother knocking on the door. I pushed it open and, surprisingly, it gave way.
I barged in, looking around angrily, but he wasn't there. Even though the soreness between my legs was unbearable, I had to bear the pain.
Walking wasn't something I should be doing at the moment. I should be sitting down in a tub of warm water to soothe the pain. Because I was totally f****d and wrecked.
"Saint? Saint!" I yelled, making my way to the bathroom, but it was empty. "Saint!"
My frustration was boiling over in unhealthy waves. My eyes caught a locked door on the left side of his room.
Strange.
What's with the extra room when there is already a bathroom in the room?
Well, that wasn't my problem to ponder over. He might even be in there for all
