*Barkley*
It was a mistake to spend the day with her. I wanted to stay past nightfall, wanted to stroll through the anonymity offered by the darkness, want to dance with her… not in the polite, civilized steps of a ballroom, but in the gregarious, jolly movements of madness in which the villagers revel.
I find it difficult enough to pretend impartiality. Tonight I will descend one step further into hell, not experiencing the pleasure of her touch, knowing she wants as little contact as possible.
I down another whiskey and slam the tumbler on the table beside the window in my bedchamber. The damned rain has stolen the moonlight. I won’t see it glistening off her skin, won’t have forbidden sights. I will have only the darkness, yet still I know I will see the shape of her long, slender l
