Chapter Twenty-FiveMaria
Eager to banter with Alex about Henry VIII, I opened my Shakespeare book, but the flowery prose blurred before my eyes. I drifted away in reverie as memories of our last visit filled my mind and my heart…how his blue velvet accented his copper hair, how I begged him to r****h me, his bare body against mine. Now that Alex's business with James was Congress's latest gossip fodder and I got caught at the top of Alex's stairs, I feared he'd end our affair. I put Shakespeare aside and fetched paper and pen.
O, I am distressed more than I can tell. My heart is ready to burst and my tears wich once could flow with ease are now denied me.
I blotted, folded, addressed it, and hid it under my stash of letters from him. They piled up, wrinkled and creased from my reading t
