Billie.
Ever since I kissed Silas, I couldn’t look at him properly.
The moment we arrived back at the estate a few hours ago, I avoided his eyes completely. Thankfully, he left for work early this morning, and since it was Wednesday, I knew he wouldn’t be home until late. That gave me room to breathe, but my mind was still in complete shambles.
I couldn’t stop thinking about that erection thing.
It kept nagging at me, like an itch I couldn’t reach. What did it actually mean? Was it really just random, or did it mean something more when it happened around me? The question wouldn’t leave me alone.
Once I finished the house chores, I wandered over to the living room window and stared out at the gardens, arms wrapped around myself.
What if I approached things differently? What if I took
