Chapter 93

• ADLER
• Call him a pervert, but since he had seen her step into the hall, a part of his brain insisted on stubbornly filling his head with pictures of her naked under his room's illumination. Then, trapping her under him until she was too exhausted to sneak out of his room.
• Wasn't that why he had changed his doors and the lock? Could one even call it a lock anymore? He felt the card poking his legs in the pocket; he felt a pang of guilt, but then it was funny watching her search desperately for the knob.