*Oliver*
I am surprised by how strongly I want to unravel the mystery of her. I should not be intrigued by her, and yet I am. It is the boredom that has settled in with the rain. While this place offers peace, it offers few entertainments. And I am, regretfully, finding her entertaining.
She offers me an overly bright smile, winces, and touches her tongue to the cut. It is a losing battle not to think of all the things she could possibly do with that tongue.
With a sigh, she shakes her head. “It’s a long story. To do it justice, I should probably wait for another time. I’m terribly weary.”
Coquettish words, I suspect, would have accompanied the smile she’d misjudged. She’d planned to tease me, to use my curiosity against me. Flirting and tormenting seem to come naturally to her. But wi
