We both left the castle at last. Of the few times I had eaten in front of Serafina, this was undoubtedly the most difficult for me. She kept acting flirtatious and mischievous, speaking with double-meaning words and looking at me as if I were her favorite dessert. I wanted to f**k her right on the kitchen counter, but I didn't give in to the temptation. I needed to organize my ideas, I needed to focus and know what I would do with this thing that I was beginning to feel in my chest that worried me, burned me and deprived me of breath just by seeing her.
I need to know how to deal with my emotions.
I closed the big door and the first thing I did was see her feet in those immaculate white slippers. I raised my eyebrow and wondered if she was aware that it wouldn't come back the same color
