Lying in bed that night, watching the moonlight stream through the windows, as I tossed and turned. I couldn’t help but feel that the awkward conversation earlier had only been a precursor to everything that has yet to follow. My grandmother’s words replaying in my head about the need for a child before the war started. Propping myself up on my elbows looking around the pitch-black room, who would have thought being found by the man who owned this house all those months ago could set off the desires stirring deep within my heart.
I wanted to feel his touch against my skin, the feel of his lips upon mine, the heat from his body as he pressed against me. I wanted to feel the love that was bottled up inside of him, course between the two of us during the night. More importantly I wanted to f
