CHAPTER 15

ARYA

Yes, I was committing sin, and I know that I would have to repent for that for the rest of my life. But well, the punishment does not change if we commit one murder, or two or a hundred. We only die once, and I wanted to live a hundred times before my timed death.

“What do you want to do today?” he asked me the next afternoon. I was very sore… especially in places that I had never dreamed of.

I pouted naughtily and he raised his eyebrows at me. I was wearing nothing but one of his t-shirts.

“How many days are we here for?” I asked after a pause.

He grinned. His demeanor was so casual now, I liked it very much. It was like he was at ease, in his natural environment. No mush-no fuss!

“How many days do you wish to stay here?” he asked with a smile.

I sighed as I bent over the kitchen counter and stretched, “Forever…” I moaned, my cheek pressed against the cold surface.

“Oh, don’t do that,” he spoke, standing behind me and pushing himself.

“Oh, I want to do everything in this foreve