Chapter 86 I Spit On Your Grave

• My hands ran through my hair so many times my fingers were cut with the blood rushing through skin but I cared none. My fingers came back to my lips, brushing them over the soft skin with the memory coming ten folds, a memory I did not want to have. What had he been thinking? I wanted to groan but my head immediately shot to the king, a bulging form under the sheets. His soft groans graced my ears reminding me of the abandonment that had taken place. The guilt came like a whole bucket of cold water just washing over me.
• I smelt of Brum, I tasted of Brum. My hands quickly falling from my face as my feet quickly pat through the room and all I could do was to thank the goddess that Conri was still unconscious. He was already having difficulty with the idea of me and Brum then to find out that something did actually happen.
• The water ran through the shower head with such force, the steam immediately rising as I peeled off the clothes from my body not even sure of what to do with them seriously. I felt like as soon as the king woke up, he would know. I did not want any more strain on our none-existing relationship. I did not want him to fight with the only person he truly had. The connection they had was something I could only dream of and I did not want to be the cause of them not getting along. I ran my hand through my hair as the water ran down it and to my body leaving it warm.