I stamped my feet at the front door, raising my gown a bit to not step on it. My body was soaking wet thanks to the rain. It had been raining non-stop since it began, and it was already late at night. I glanced at the gate one more time before turning the knob of the door to get into the house.
The man had wanted to kiss me. His lips were just a pinch closer to mine, but they never touched. It seemed as though he did not want to, even if he wanted to. I knew I wanted to, though. I wanted to feel his lips on mine, and I did not know if it was weird to want it in other places too.
I shook my head. I was going crazy. I sighed. He had followed me into the estate, but he left before I could notice he had. I would have thought he was a ghost if I had not felt his hands on me. He was mortal and
