My lips move against Diego's, my eyes closed, while my hands lay at the back of his head.

I am straddled on his laps, and I feel total bliss. Diego's soft lips on mine makes me feel blissful. I feel excitement within me, something that no male has ever made me feel, not even Eric.

The passion that is filled in the kiss is something that no one has given me. I feel like I am in the clouds. My head seems foggy, and my stomach has butterflies.

I feel like it is a dream, a dream that has nothing but beautiful moments for me. I want to pinch myself so that I can know if it is real or not.

Diego's one hand is wrapped around my waist, while the other one is rested at the back of my head, pulling me closer to him, leaving no space in-between us. A blush coming into my face when I feel his bulge.

Diego does not pull any of my clothes off, and for that I am grateful. We might be kissing like two starved animals, but I would feel guilty; I would feel like I took advantage of him.

I do not want our lips to separate, because the feeling is beyond amazing. But life never goes my way, even when I beg it to.

Diego pulls his head away, our lips separate, which makes our eyes open.

My chest heaves up and down, my breathe shallow, and same goes to Diego. But you can not notice unless you are up close to him, like I am.

My eyes lock with Diego's, both looking intensely into each other's eyes, it's like we are searching for something, anything.

"You have very beautiful eyes," I hear Diego murmur, which makes me blush, my head turning away.

I feel a hand under my chin, my eyes locking with Diego's again.

"You have a very beautiful blush as well. You are a gorgeous lady, Siara."

The butterflies return when he utters the words. My name sounds sexy coming from his lips. I feel like I am floating on a cloud with a can of a refreshing chill juice.

'He called you gorgeous stupid!' My inner voice shouts, making me want to punch myself. My inner thoughts are annoying and unnecessary.

"Thank you." I say, shyly smiling at him. I decide to ignore my inner thoughts, because they destroy my mood most days, and that is something I do not want right now.

I think it is my imagination, but I see a smile on Diego's lips, his eyes sparking while the light reflects on his face.

My smile gets bigger when I realize that he is indeed smiling at me. But my joy does not last when my thoughts decide to hunt me.

My mind is joyous, and conflicted at the same time. I never expected to kiss Diego when I left the home office.

I came to check up on him, I came to see how he was doing. My head was filled with worry, and my body was filled with fear, scared for whatever would happen.

Diego walking away always leads to bad news, and that is something that neither Hunter nor I can control.

I left Hunter in the office with his head bowed down, his face looking weary while his eyes held sadness, something that I never want to see again.

None of us expected to see such information on the file, and so it came as a shock.

Bianca was pretty, but her actions were pure evil. The things she did showed how she really was. But the situation seems so complicated. I do not even know who killed her, because of the many names that I saw on the screen. All of them are the people she wronged.

It will be hard to catch her true killers, even though I think a lot of people are connected to her passing.

Coming into his art room and finding him in one piece with everything alright was and is a relief.

Diego is unpredictable, you can never know what he is thinking or what his next move will be, just like right now.

I never expected Diego to kiss me. Dreamt of him kissing me? Yes. But I never expected my dreams to come true. It is still shocking to me.

I want to kiss him again. But I cannot do so, that is taking advantage of him. Even though I liked, loved the kiss, I know that Diego is not in agreement with his emotions.

Hunter even warned me when I came here, I can and will get hurt if I play this dangerous game. And that is why I pull away from him, making sure I move from his laps, standing up and moving a distance away from him.

I can see the confusion in his eyes, a small frown on his face.

"What's wrong?" He asks looking at me and standing up as well. "Did I do or say anything bad?" He steps close to me, making me move a bit further from him.

"Please, stop." I plead, placing a hand between us. "I shouldn't have let this happen... I should have moved away.... I should have resisted." A tear drops from my eyes, wetting my lips as it slide down my cheek.

The room is in silence, both of us looking at each other. I can see Diego's relaxed features hardening, a sign that shows that he is about to go back to his old, cold self.

"I hope you understand," I mutter, a small part of me wishing he says no. But it never comes, he nods at me instead, walking out of the room.

I move to sit on the chair that was occupied by Diego moments ago, more tears dropping from my eyes.

My silent sobs fill the room, my eyes looking at the exact spot that he was looking at moments ago.

A painting is on the wall. The painting looks to be a man surrounded by monsters. The man is holding onto his head while the demons float around him. But there is a spot in the man's head, a woman with my features and those of Hunter being in the empty spot.

The painting seems to be speaking a message, a message that speaks millions of words.