Autumn…
Dinner had gone as usual; Trystan whispering in my ear and touching my leg, Father and Jude ignoring us for the most part. I played my part well enough in front of them. I didn’t push Trystan’s hand away, however. Even as his fingers slipped up from my knee halfway up my thigh, I hadn’t so much as moved my legs. He would stop when I wanted him to, so what was the point?
There was no use in fighting Trystan like I had been, either, not after the way I had acted in the library. I couldn’t tell him I didn’t want him to kiss me anymore. I didn’t want to tell him not to. As dinner came to an end, I wondered if we would get the chance to be alone together tonight. Would it be a good thing if we did?
As if in response to my thoughts, Father cleared his throat and said, “I think Trystan
