Desiree followed behind Warwick as he took her hand. She paused when he picked up her bag, having moved to grab it herself but he beat her to it. He always spoiled her so much. "Sempai hmm?" she teased, but there was that tinge. They both knew she had no reason to be so jealous but it was understandable. She'd had to wait two years with no other sexual contact and only allowed to pleasure herself on skype when he permitted her to.<br/><br/>She could almost sense his thoughts when they reached the top of the stairs, and squeezed his hand. "Are you ok..?" she looked at him, worried. She didn't forget it either, the rape that thankfully never was, and her brother going wild with anger before kicking that guy down the stairs. When they got to her room, she quickly threw her bags in her room but followed Warwick to his. "I've missed you...so so much..!" she rushed into his arms, holding him tightly.<br/><br/>**Moved to Hawthorne Wing**