*Odette*
I peer from behind the curtain onto the front drive, wondering why he hasn’t left yet. I saw the carriage arrive, I was actually looking for it, although I would never confess that to anyone, but I knew that sooner or later he would come here.
He will try to talk with me. I know so much about him. How much easier it would all be if I didn't. If I didn't know the feel of his hands gliding along my throat, over my breasts, across my stomach. If I didn't know the sensations created when his mouth followed the same path. If I didn't know what it was to spread my legs for him, to have him rising above me.
I slam back the memories, I won't recall everything that happened in his bed. But it's so hard not to consider every moment spent with him, every minute detail of my time with him.
