Father Marcus retreated to his chamber as quickly as he could. The whole course of it wasn't simple though for his mind was in a whirlwind. The scenes inside Ysabelle's room just kept popping out of his thoughts like a countdown.
5—
The kiss on her forehead...
He slapped a palm on his face as he sat on a stool near his bed.
4—
Her seeming dislike on his touch...
He cringed upon remembering it.
3—
His lightning-like slip of his cool and calm disposition...
He clenched his teeth in disapproval.
2—
His impatience, the sudden surge of anger, and the burning feeling of his arm and eyes...
He forced a long, deep sigh and tightened his balled up fists.
And
And
1—
And his jaw-dropping confession of their shared kiss...
He huffed and almost butted his head on the wall mirror at h
