There's nothing more I'd love than to be with Esther right now. Even the presence of my emotionally distanced father and mother would suffice for the way I feel.

It's been a day since Klein and I had that very personal encounter. And it's also been a day since he's really looked at me.

I've tried to say hi a few times, but he looks like he's holding himself back to the max. I knew it was wrong of me, but it felt so good I kept going.

It's almost dinner time and I am absolutely starving. I've been too scared to exit this room I am staying in, so I haven't really eaten.

I go home tomorrow around noon. I've never been more excited. But, that also means I start work again the next morning.

Why did I even need to be babysat in the first place?

Laying upside down on the large bed, with the window open, the orange ambiance of the sun rested on the right side of my face, also on the pages of my book, I started this book early this morning, and I only have around 50 pages left. I find that distracting myself with words on a page is one of the few ways I can find myself calming down. I love to imagine it is me in the story. The character, always so confident and outspoken. It's all I've ever dreamed to be.

But instead, I'm me. Can barely speak for myself, I do things without thinking, and I start inappropriate relations with my first ever boss. Great.

A quick knock sounds at my door, "Come eat." I hear Klein's voice yell.

My heart drops through the bed and down to the floor. I don't know how I'm going to face him.

I haven't really left the room for a long time, so I'm wearing one of the shirts I found in the closet of this room. It's a very large male's shirt, but it isn't his. I know that because it doesn't smell like him.

Wearing just the large shirt, a bra and underwear, and a pair of socks, I make my way apprehensively towards the kitchen.

The first thing I see is Klein's very tall figure taking off a sleek black apron. He's standing in front of a steaming pot and loading two plates with what seems like a type of soup.

He hasn't noticed me, so I take a moment to look at him some more.

Of course, he's wearing nice slacks, and a white button up. But, it doesn't seem to be buttoned up all the way. He looks disheveled and stressed. Did he go into the office today?

As my eyes trail back up his body, I become frightened when I see his eyes are already on me.

And he looks pissed.

His jaw clenches and he places the wooden spoon passive aggressively on the counter.

I fiddle with the bottom of the shirt, a nervous habit of mine, as well as slightly curl my covered toes.

His eyes look me up and down, taking in my nervous figure.

"Hi." My voice shakes out.

He stalks towards me very slowly, "You make it so hard to stay away."

I tilt my head out of confusion. Why is he trying to stay away from me?

"Especially when you're wearing my brother's old shirt." He walks closer to me. The situation feels so familiar. I back up against the wall with each step he takes.

I bite my lip and widen my eyes, "Y-Your brother's? I-I'm so sorry. I should've-"

"The only fucking man's shirt you should be wearing is mine." His hand slams on the wall next to my head, "Do you understand me?"

My breathing stops, "Yes, sir."

Klein's head grows closer to mine. His labored breaths fan my eyelashes. I can already feel the large amounts of blood rushing to my cheeks.

I believe it's the lack of interaction I've had with him today that's causing me to feel like this. I feel like I need him. For what? I'm not sure.

As he stares at my every facial expression, I look into his eyes. The fear of the situation seems to be leaving my thoughts. All I can think about is his close proximity. And how I need him to be closer.

I place my hand softly on his right cheek, "I'm sorry." I say with the smallest whisper.

In a fast moment, Klein locks eyes with mine. Immediately, his hand skillfully grabs the one on his cheek and pins mine against the wall.

Not even a second later, Klein's lips crashes onto mine.

I gasp lightly as I feel the butterflies in my stomach begin. He smiles against my lips, but begins to push his body deeper into mine.

Once I feel his knee dig into my core, I moan loudly. Klein aggressively places his tongue in my mouth without giving me a second to breathe.

I try to keep up with his fast pace, but I've never kissed another before. My lips move foreignly.

Klein releases our hands that rest against the wall and he grinds his lower half against me one more time. The feeling of the large bump in his pants rubbed against my stomach and my eyebrows furrowed.

I feel his hands trail up my waist under the shirt I am wearing, obviously exposing my lower half. Too caught up in the moment, I squeeze my eyes tighter and try my best to deepen the kiss. Obviously failing the the process.

With my free hand, I bring it up the the back of his neck and begin to play with his hair. Not once have I felt pleasure like this.

I think I like kissing more than the grinding.

Klein moans into my mouth when I tug on his hair. The manly sound sends a wave of shocks down to my core and I try clenching my legs on his knee.

He pulls away quickly, "You're so fucking perfect." Klein says breathily.

He begins to go back in to continue the kiss, but I stop him, "I can't-"

"It was hard to breathe." I say with my swollen lips and bright red cheeks.

He softly chuckles, a sound that is so heavenly to my ears, "I'll let you go. Just this once." He pushes himself off the walls with a knowing smirk.

I wipe my glistening lips with the back of my hand as I look at him suspiciously.

It was then I notice that he is shirtless. Shirtless, while walking back to the room I'm staying in, and carrying the shirt I was just wearing.

My head looks down and I notice I am wearing the button up he just had on.

Hello? He switched our shirts!

"Uh- Klein!" My mouth drops wide, "How did you-"

From down the hallway he yells, "Go eat."

I shrink back against the wall as confusion hits me like a truck.

My head scans Klein's button up that rests comfortably around my torso as I begin to question everything I've ever seen in my life.

How?