Soren ran towards his room in long strides, face burning red, and with a racing heart, he completely ignored the desperate voices behind him.
It was both embarrassing and awkward for him to flee from Zale as if the kiss had happened against his will. When he was completely sober, he equally participated in the sinful act of kissing his master, despite the fact that he was supposed to be the rational one among them and should have backed off at some point.
Soren was unable to control his panting or the overactive nerves that were driving him insane.
Soren was unable to control his panting or the overpowering excitement in his nerves that was driving him crazy. He was reminded of what he had done by the taunting numbness of guilt on his lips. He makes a concerted effort to stop thinking about the scene on the terrace, but it keeps on playing over and over in his head.