Chapter 47 Eloise, You Are Not A Coward

• Matthew pleaded for the damn castle corridors to magically shorten and reach his room as soon as possible. The girl's insinuations made him nervous, agitated, and on the verge of losing control again. Especially since he still had the vivid memory of how he had taken her in the maze just a few hours ago, it didn't help him regain his sanity easily.
• "Well, we finally arrived," relief was evident in his voice as he stood in front of his doors, observing the girl's door and gesturing for her to enter. "I hope you sleep well, Eloise," he observed her face and her lips, longing to kiss her. What was he thinking? He hadn't even kissed her while they were having sex. He never kissed his lovers, and if he didn't do it during sex, he certainly wouldn't do it in front of his door to bid her farewell like a damn teenager saying goodbye to his girlfriend after a date.
• He turned to grab the doorknob of his door, quickly opened it, and entered, feeling safe from his own impulses inside. Redheads were certainly his damn weakness, and she knew how to fuel his desire. She was dangerous for him.