CARISSA'S POV
Kaine is avoiding me. I can feel it in the way he hasn’t so much as looked in my direction since last night. The intensity of our... encounter still lingers in my mind, and every time I close my eyes, I can feel his touch, hear his voice. My p***y throbs at the thought of him.
I force myself to focus on my chores as I walk to the West Wing. I get started immediately. I don't mind. It's a good way to distract myself anyway
I sweep, dust, and arrange the space to perfection. My hands move on autopilot.
By the time I finish, the sun is starting to set. I look around, satisfied with my work, but the thought of having nothing left to do makes me feel uneasy I need to keep busy, to distract myself. Anything to avoid the aching thought of him.
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The stables seem like a go
