Chapter Thirty Eight

~Agathe~

When morning came, I woke up brimming with such joy that I momentarily forgot all the troubles burdening my heart.

All I could think of was Gunther and how we cuddled on the carpeted floor of the library after what we did last night.

My face heated up as I began kicking the air and tossing and turning on the bed, trying not to scream too loudly.

"Damn, I couldn't believe I made love to Gunther so many times." I whispered in the air.

I felt like I was dreaming.

It felt weird but somehow familiar. As if I had done this with him before, even though I knew it couldn't be possible.

I then sat up, realizing that I was on Gunther's bed, dressed in his clothes. I recalled him cleaning me up last night before I blacked out.

He took care of me and just thinking about it made my heart skip a beat again. I looked around his room, perhaps to thank him, but he was not there.

I was about to get up when I noticed Carlyle entering the room with a big smile on her face. "Good morning, Mo