*Jayne*
The ball comes to an end near two. The she-wolves have withdrawn to their bedchambers. Most of the gentlemen as well, except for a few who continue to play cards or billiards. Seafort is one of the men who has yet to retire. I know this because I am sitting on his bed awaiting his arrival.
Why hasn’t he kissed me? Why doesn’t he simply hold me? I know he suffers; I can feel it, out of consideration for me and my needs. So many needs he can no longer fulfill. Yet he is thinking of what I desire when he suggests I take Barkley to my bed. I scoff, grow angry.
I don’t want to betray him, but oh, to feel again. It is cruel and wonderful at the same time. With one kiss, Barkley awakened everything that has been dormant in me. It terrifies me to think of what he could accomplish with m
