I couldn't sleep that entire night. Or better morning. It was hard to sleep when I was anything but relaxed. My heart was pounding inside my chest the whole night. My mind revolving around the events that took place that evening. That night. But I was too coward to get up from my bed and walk out of my room. Especially when I could hear him cooking in the kitchen.
It was twenty past twelve in the noon. My fingers were tugging on the hem of my under-shirt with anxiety. He had said that whatever he did with me was just a part of his "lesson" to make me bold on stage. He told me that his sole purpose of being that close was just professional. But how do I tell him that my body and heart took it anything but professionally?
How do I tell him that my heart was beating so loudly that I feare
