As soon as I cross the lintel of the door, I feel small arms wrap around me from behind and tighten around my waist, making me remain static on the spot.
I feel the shock of a warm breath on my skin, an agitated breathing and a perfume that I am amazed to recognize.
"Peter…," her voice is barely a whisper, but even so, it causes an electric current to run through me from head to toe, leaving me more than confused.
I stand still, breathing in an agitated way because of the self-imposed race and the anger that runs through every fiber of my skin, turning me into a completely irrational being.
I feel irritated, stupid and to top it off; ridiculed for falling so idiotically into the games of a brat almost ten years younger.
That's not to mention the anger at having to admit to myself
