*River*
I lay in the bed, staring at the pale moonlight spilling through the window. Norah is nestled within the circle of my arms, her back pressed flat against my chest.
She wears one of Julieta’s nightgowns, the cloth soft against my bare chest. She has braided her hair into a thick rope that leaves the enticing nape of her neck visible. She suggested that she sleep with Julieta, but I forbade it. She recommended I sleep with my brothers. I promised to keep my pant on.
I'm tempted to roll her over and blanket her body with my own, to bury myself so deeply within her that I might actually find the man I should have become.
“I don’t know why I couldn't sleep with Julieta,” she says.
“Because I did not wish it.” I mumble.
She sighs. “And everything has to be your way.”
“If everyth
