As soon as Louis and Rowan left the room, Freya walked back to her bed and slumped. The bed dipped with her weight. She had her head facing the ceiling, her legs touching the floor as she kicked the air mindlessly. She had a lot on her mind, part of it was how to get Rowan off her mind, and another part also involved thinking about Rowan.
The question was simple; Did she enjoy how Rowan touched her body? The simple truth was yes. Did she like how he said things that made her heart flutter? It was still a simple answer of yes. Finally, did she want him to really stop as she had claimed, because she was supposed to be good and wait until marriage? Now, the answer wasn't so simple because a part of her was in conflict.
Freya turned to the side, bringing the pillow close to her chest. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. Her father really had a liking for Rowan. Everyone she loved and cared for liked him and spoke well of him, except her. Why?