I can't believe she put her arm around me. I look at her confused. Had she seen my crying? Why would she come into my room? I look at her arm around me.

"What are you doing?", I ask her and she look at me.

"Why were you crying?" She replies.

My eyes widen. She saw me crying?! I can feel my cheeks become blue. Does she care about me? I'm just a slave. Her mothers slave! Why would she care about me?! But.....do I care about her? I look down at my hands. Do I......have a thing for her?