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Kerina
I knock gently on the bedroom door.
‘Come in,’ says Constance.
I enter cautiously, recalling the noises I overheard one night. My cheeks warm even now at the embarrassment of Saxon knowing what I heard, then the talk Constance gave me.
‘One day you will meet someone. A young man. He will make you smile. His touch will make your skin warm and your body ache.’
Sometimes when Saxon looks at me, my palms sweat and I find it difficult to remember the words I want to speak around him. I don’t fear him, so why does my body react this way? Lately, my skin has tingled afterward in the place he touched. Is that what Constance means? I push such nonsense thoughts away.
‘Good eve, Kerina,’ says Constance, her stomach sitting high beneath the covers.
I hesitate in the doorway. ‘I want
