o's

around my hips as I yanked the bathr

ond knock, I rolled the bed roo

rough tone from the shower and

shirt I kept in her wardrobe that she chose to wear that

t from shower. "It's

didn't nail it right on the towel line before

shirt. "I couldn't sleep. I was... wondering about school. Ho

she risked knocki

for barely thirty hours,"

straightened. Tiny warrior.

ere you were, Leona. You're in my world now. A

quivered slightly, then stead

asked as I stared n

no

room still smelled of soap and hot water. I grabbed

he name Leona Argento. New uniform, books and all schools' utensils needed. She starts Mo

lief. "You're changin

" I sn

ng on my torso. The scar on my left rib, the water-drops still crawling

brow. "You have

ad. But her brea

se leaped in her throat. The towel brushed her knuckles where she

d almost

nk you,"

. Too busy staring at the ri

ar. Leaned. "Kitten you're sure you came

chin, trying fo

ittle

parted, b

the bed, pulled her between my knees. The towel barely hung on. Her eyes tracked the drop of

u really he

nd agreed-heat pooling, towel tenting. I didn't hide it. I

. She closed them like that might erase the image. It didn

e has rules. You knock on my door th

.. maybe I wanted to s

n sa

mouth. Whisper-

stead I caught her waist, tugged her fraction closer. The warmth

d just far enough to feel bare skin. She

ol, M

ost whimpered at the loss.

e to serve a purpose, not to wander halls

nerable. "I just... I

ammered somewher

e towel. At me straining un

ving slowly?" she br

estion hit l

idea on what's

ently which made

no idea about sex. Abou

want to see it?" I asked tried to te

ond I considered letting her. H

st. She stumble

that again,

hurt, maybe anger. "I'm sorry,

yself for

ping distance. "You stay alive b

e spun, bolted to the door. Hand on kn

o ask you," she confessed, so soft I

a mischievous smile. "Don't be always curious, kitten.

et slapping marble, do

y eyes. Fi

and alone in a room that smel

, poured scotch, swallow

l out of my head

m tight. Still half hard. I

o

the knock. For seeing

ord pulsed da

ed. Maybe she'd had enough fear to

scotch. Set the glass d

io

n: Foster father dealt with. Al

o

nching just a hair. I st

f she deserved a rewa

er hand finally doing w

yself for ever