Wolke Neun

Finally, she put on the top and shirt, using the belt to cinch the shirt at her waist. As she looked in the mirror, she had to snort at the ridiculous sight; even with the belt cinching her waist, the outfit still looked too baggy on her.

She tried to tie her hair up, but to no avail. Searching around the desk, she sought either a rubber band or anything similar to a piece of string to tie her hair back with. She rummaged through the drawers, but nothing suitable was found, so she reluctantly gave up.

With a sigh, she glanced around the room and caught Damien's gaze from across the space. The look in his eyes was filled with desire, as if he could leap at her at any second.

"Ermm, you should probably get dressed," she said to distract him. She was about to turn away from the mirror when she heard, "Wait!" which made her pause in her tracks.

"Why?" she asked, looking back at him through the mirror.