22

My crazy plan

All night long thoughts about the blond bitch kept me awake: where could she have run away to?

In the morning curiosity brought me to the demon's house. I hesitantly stamped my feet at the threshold and was already thinking of cowardly retreat. But she didn't have time to leave.

- Is your wild little head looking for adventure again?

- BUT? - I turned around. Zark stood in the doorway wearing nothing but trousers. His powerful tanned torso made me nervously swallow saliva.

- I say, where did you go again early in the morning?

“Actually, I came to you,” I diligently looked away from his breathtaking body.

Zark raised an eyebrow.

- I won't invite you, speak here.

Well, here it is again! Are we pretending to be strangers again?

"Don't be offended," Zark said softly, seeing my confused face, "I'm worried about you." We shouldn't be alone.

I immediately blushed, remembering last night. Zark entered the house and returned a minute later already dressed. We sat on the terrace.