Return to the Old Place
Catherine did not know what had come over her, either.
She was a very strong woman.
No matter what she faced, she could remain calm and composed.
Though she did not understand romance all that well, she was extremely guarded by nature.
It had been absolutely impossible for anyone to unlock the shackles around her heart.
Of course, that was before a certain outrageously cunning bad guy appeared.
He was far too sly.
So handsome, so charming.
When she had first kidnapped him, she had ended up being kidnapped by his people instead.
It gave her the feeling that she had dragged him into trouble.
So much so that when they were taken away, their bodies pressed together, she did not feel much resistance at all.
At the place where they were held, he peeled away her vigilance bit by bit.
He held her as they slept, behaving himself, giving her an immense sense of security.
When she had been helpless, he had given her someone to lean on.
The two had talked about everything under the sun, discussed all sorts of things, discovered they shared the same interests, and as her opinion changed, the shackles around her heart opened.
Their ambiguous contact after getting drunk had made everything seem natural.
What she did not understand was—had she really secretly kissed him?
Though it had felt like a dream, it was because of that that kissing him afterward had seemed so natural and justified.
When their tongues intertwined, all she had wanted was for him to hold her tighter, tighter still.
By then, her heart had already become bound to his.
So much so that she had taken him to the bathroom and seen something rather private of his.
After that, it had developed into