The walk back to her room was long and torturous and full of introspection.
She had fallen! Why had the gods chosen to humiliate her that way.
And he laughed.
The way he looked at her…
Her heart was still way ahead of its usual schedule. She could still feel his hands on her skin.
She slapped her forehead.
What was wrong with her? If he hadn't stopped himself just then, she would have been a heap of self-loathing and regrets.
A knock on her sister's door told her that she wasn't back from the picnic yet.
How long was the blasted picnic supposed to last anyway?
And she was still wet. A shiver ripped through her - not from the cold.
He was doing something to her - she was never this stupid.
Andon was right - her decision to quit was because of this exact inevitability.
All rational thought vanished as soon as he looked at her.
Claire sighed as she opened the door.
