Charles' touch completely distracted me.
I knew that he wanted to sleep with me.
I was madly in love with him, so I was unable to resist his touch at all. In fact, in my head, I had imagined us having sex so many times by now. However, now I felt like I was not ready.
And fortunately for me, he was not so crazy as to do it. Only when I saw him leave did I finally breathe a sigh of relief. Upon hearing the sound of water running in the bathroom, I figured that he was going to take a shower before he continued our romance. I quickly got up from the bed, tidied up my dress, and sneaked out of the house.
I decided to stay in a hotel for the night, thinking that he would leave on his own if he could not find me in the room when he got out of the bathroom.
I felt like it was ridiculous for me to run away from my own house in order to avoid sleeping with a man. And yet, I still did not know how to face him.
As soon as I left the building, I heard a familiar voice coming from behind me.
"Where are you going, Scarlett?"