Leah's Point of View
Amoux was right, and he made me feel good that night. It took us a few hours before I heard him leave my room.
I bit my lower lip.
Am I a sinner if I don't feel guilt during that time?
I felt my body's stickiness, so I planned to take a shower to get rid of Amoux's smell. His smell calms me because it's something sweet that can make anyone dizzy.
What exactly are we doing? It seemed like we were fooling ourselves. He already has a mate, but here he is and always comes to me..., and I was like a fool welcoming him with my broad arms.
I immediately grabbed the hanging towel when I heard a knock on the door.
Who's that? Is that Amoux? Will he not stop? Wasn't it enough that I was almost tired of what he did? I love him and am happy with his actions, but he is abu
