![]() – Oh, this? I touch my ribbon at the back of my neck. His eyes dart around for a moment, and then settles on my throat. He kisses me back, gently at first, but then harder, and even pushes open my mouth a little with his tongue. I have always wanted to choose my moment, and this is the moment I choose. What magical thing could you want so badly that they take you away from the known world for wanting it? I don’t know what deviant pleasure she asked for, though I desperately wish I did. I once heard a story about a girl who requested something so vile from her paramour that he told her family and they had her hauled her off to a sanitarium. But he is a little craggy, in that way that men sometimes are, and I want. I have a breast that heaves out of my dresses in a way that seems innocent and perverse all at the same time. I see the muscles of his neck and upper back, how he fairly strains out of his button-down shirts. Everything is soft, like a fresh oil painting. ![]() ![]() Though my father didn’t notice, I drank half a glass of white wine in the kitchen a few minutes ago, with the neighbour’s teenage daughter. I am at a neighbour’s party with my parents, and I am seventeen. ![]() This isn’t how things are done, but this is how I am going to do them. In the beginning, I know I want him before he does. ![]()
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