Too silent. The carefully crafted pillars surrounding his home I'd admired in the past now made it feel like a tomb. I only scuttled down to the kitchen when I knew my parents were gone, hauling snacks back to my room and stopping to say “hello” to Shirley, the lead maid. For the first time since I'd hit puberty, my sex drive had been knocked flat. But only for a few days. By mid-week, I was beginning to feel a familiar pulse between my legs. The dreams returned in full force, with Mr. LaVenia in all his glory leering over me at night, tearing at my gown and sliding his rough hands up my thighs. Two nights, I tip-toed to the edge of the staircase around my usual time. I hoped to hear the guilty pleasure that lit me on fire like nothing else. But instead, I just heard...nothing. Mom and Mr. LaVenia weren't even talking. I knew that something had happened at the same time we had our secret kiss in the conservatory, but what it was completely escaped me. I wasn't even sure they were sleeping in the same room.
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