When Kaija stopped right behind the front stage, Antony finally managed to pull himself together. The strangling sensation he'd felt around his throat earlier was finally leaving his body.
He could feel how damp his neck and hands had become with cold sweat, but wrapped between his fingers now was the familiar warmth he'd come to know so well.
Since when did he go from being terribly sensitive to the sight of her, to feeling addicted to having her touch on his skin? He could not tell.
"Instructor, you feeling alright now?" Kaija asked, watching the paleness gradually drain from his face.
She took a packet of tissues from her pocket, gently wiped the sweat from his neck, and pressed one into his hand. He'd become cold and clammy just like when she'd found him in the wardrobe. Now she was sure Max Kosonen had been the reason.
"I… I… I am very… sorry," Antony managed, clenching the tissue tight.
