He Watches Me

Trespassing is against the law but I am too much my father’s daughter to allow little things like laws stop me.

he land of waxing and silicone, and I normally conceal my unpopular silhouette under layers of clothing.

“And I understand. Sometimes we need to experience what wrong is before we know what’s right.”

I laugh and smooth my hair back. I am woman, powerful and free, reborn in nature and baptized by the elements.

I’m tempted. I’m hungry, not only for food but for touch, starved for human contact, and Blaine is away, so far away. We don’t have any sort of understanding and what we share—­stripping at midnight, secret calls, rules about touching—­isn’t normal. This is normal—­dating and flirting and meeting a guy’s friends. This is what I should want.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice succulently deep, and, in this moment, I feel beautiful. I feel seen, accepted, desired.

I’ve never had sex, but that’s due to being distrustful of other ­people, not because of lack of passion. I burn. I need. Constantly.

respassing is against the law but I am too much my father’s daughter to allow little things like laws stop me.

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through the Leigh’s empty Beverly Hills mansion,