And then?
Then it’s gone.
Away.
Far, far away.
Kyran gets off me, opens his car door, closes it, and I watch from my spot in the grass, where my body is threatening to catch fire, as he drives away.
Chapter 8
?
Boundary? No thanks. I prefer my lines crossed. Like t’s.
Kyran
Bad Kyran. Shame on Kyran.
Tsk, tsk.
Someone slap my wrist.
Grazing my finger across my lips, I sit at the kitchen table, half my body splayed across it, and watch Morana pretend last night didn’t happen. Sweeping the kitchen floor in this rare moment when Clara isn’t coating every surface in flour, she keeps her head down, eyes off me.
I relive our fall in my mind.
Over. And over. Andover.
What decadence.
What mercy.
Everything that happened last night swallowed every corner of my brain, and for the first time in what feels likeyears, I slept well.
“Mistress?” I say.
She flinches, but does not look at me.
Feeble, I repeat, “Mistress?”
A weak breath enters and leaves her. Very obsessed with her sweeping, she puts her back to me.
Reaching into my pocket, I obtain the card I stole out of the grass last night when Morana was preoccupied with her racy thoughts of wanting to kiss me forever. Putting the slip of cardstock in front of my eyes, I say, “What’s aFrostPlays life-size plushie, mistress?”
Morana makes a sound very near both suffocation and choking as she spins around, dark hair flying. Her eyes zero in on the little card betwixt my fingers, and another deeply concerning noise escapes her soft-as-clouds and sexy-as-sin body.
I straighten myself in my seat and open my arms to her. “Am I not life-size enough for you? Or…do you just love me so much that you wanttwoof me?”
Dropping her whole broom with a clatter, she stomps over and snatches the card from my hand. “This wasprivate,” she hisses, in a manner that suggests I…didn’t know?
“I know,” I inform her, in case she wasn’t aware.
Frantic, she searches me, on edge. “What has come over you?” Her lips tremble as she opens her mouth. “L-last night, and nowthis? How exactly isanyof this supposed to help me trust you?”
I lower my arms. “You can’t trust someone you don’t know, right?”
She hardens. “Right.”
