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War's POV

"... because I was jealous!"

I was not sure if I heard Yin right. I had to ask him again.

"Jealous??? Why would you be jealous?" I had to prod him. I badly needed for him to tell me what was on his mind.

"Because I..."

I sensed the hesitation... the reluctance to tell me something that might make him lose his pride... in case whatever  feeling he might have would be unrequited. I  had to make the first move.

"I don't feel anything for Wish," I declared, to give him the courage to speak his mind."If there's anyone whom I have any feelings for, that would be..." suddenly it occurred to me, what if I was assuming things. What if the reason for whatever jealousy he was feeling had nothing to do with me.

Yin stared at me. He was waiting for me to finish what I had started to say.

"I'm sorry that I interrupted what you were about to say," I said. "Please go on and tell me what you wanted to tell me."

He looked away. He looked unsure.

I approached him. I was only step away from stepping on his foot.

I grabbed his collar.

"Tell me, Yin," I urged. "We just might be thinking the same thing."

He sucked in his breath hard.

"I can't," suddenly he had a very sad expression on his face. "Your father would never approve... I am just your driver, War."

"Ohmygahd," I muttered under my breath before I grabbed his other collar and brought his face down to mine.

At first, Yin did not respond to my kiss. He must have been too shocked at my unexpected action.

Then he was kissing me back. Kissing me long and hard as if he had been deprived of water in the desert for days, maybe weeks. He gave me back kiss for kiss and I savored it, tried to make it last...

My arms wound themselves around his neck while his own arms wound themselves around my waist.

Suddenly, my door was flung open.

"Yin, your mother..."

My father was at the door.

He stopped at the sight of me and Yin kissing like there was no tomorrow.

Suddenly, my father yanked Yin by the arm and dragged him down the stairs.

"Your mother called," I heard my father saying. "It sounded urgent. She wants you to go home. I suggest you do that immediately. And don't come back. I will mail your last paycheck to your agency. You can claim it at their office."

I was initially just standing at the doorway, frozen in shock at my father's sudden appearance,  but after hearing what my father was saying to Yin, I was galvanized into action.

"Dad, no!!!" I cried. "You're not doing this to him!"

My dad blocked me from approaching Yin.

I watched helplessly as Yin stepped out of the front door and out the gate.

"Dad, please, I love him!" I pleaded to him.

"You are not getting involved with someone beneath our social status" my father declared firmly; "Now be a good son and go back up to your room and get some sleep."

"Seriously, Dad?" I cried. "You expect me to be able to get any sleep after what you have just done to Yin???"