17

KATHERINE

Although he wasn't awake to see me do it, it was still awkward tucking him under the sheets. I grabbed my torn lingerie off the floor and was tiptoing toward the door when I remembered I was still stark naked and there would be guards positioned at every doors.

A crazy yet not so bad idea lighted up my head and I dashed to Derek's closet. I needed to do this before he wakes up. I grabbed one of his black leather jackets that's at the last row and wore it.

I hope it isn't noticable. In the next three days, I'll find a way to slip it back into his closet.

That night on my bed was spent relishing in the memories of him. It was strange he fell asleep just after the sex. I hope he doesn't remember, else, that might just replenish his anger toward me and that's something I don't want.

“Wake up, Kathrine.” I can feel a hand trying to stir me out of sleep and I grunted. I didn't need to ask, when I slipped out of bed it was indeed Eva. The same Eva every day.

“What is it this ti