“Why can’t I?” Castien murmurs. He peers down at me with a mischievous smile. Blonde hair falls into his hazel eyes, and the urge to brush it away is strong. My fingers twitch and I bite my lip. “Hm? Does it make you feel something?” He presses his palm against my lower stomach and I shudder.
Before I can answer, the door to the apartment jingles.
My eyes widen, and my life flashes before my eyes. If Richie ever sees me with any of his friends, he’ll freak out. He’ll get over protective and might even kick me out of their house.
Horror washes over me, if I get kicked out where else will I go? I don’t have any friends, and I only just got a job. I don’t have money to get my own place, no matter how cheap.
I push Castien away and run to my room, ignoring Castiens chuckle behind me.
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