I walk back into the servants quarters. Hugging myself. His scent of pinewood and cinnamon engulfs me through his shirt that I was wearing.
And I felt uneasy.
It's a strange emotion.
A weird churning hits my stomach.
It somehow gave me a weird sense of protection.
When it shouldn't.
He is the last man who will come to save me. He will be more happy if I died.
The abhorrence I saw in his eyes today,was not dislike or irritation. It was detest, redefined.
And I felt afraid of it. No one has made me feel so small before. He was intimidating and scary.
Yet I pulled a stunt like that.
What was I even thinking kissing him like that?
That he will kiss me back and forget everything that happened?
That he will forgive me and accept me?
Gosh I feel so stupid.
Why did I have to
