*Olivia*
I roll over in bed and shield my eyes from the sunlight creeping in through a part in the draperies. I remember how unhappy my brother will be when he finally tumbles out of bed after a night at Jack’s club. Is this the curse of brandy? To leave me with an agonizing headache, a raw throat, and thoughts that swirl through my mind with the wispiness of fog?
With great effort, I turn my head to the side and look at the clock ticking on my bedside table. The little cherubs decorating it greet me as they always do each morning, causing me to smile. It’s almost nine. I have overslept. I’m surprised Jack hasn’t come knocking on my door seeking company during breakfast. Perhaps he hasn’t yet returned from his nightly prowling.
Jack. The memories of his mouth having its way with mine as
