Sabrina
It was his hands I imagined when other boys touched me.
I heard his voice when they whispered into my ear.
I formed the habit of comparing his c**k to others.
I wanted him.
Desperately.
Shamefully.
Completely.
I longed for the day he’d pin me against a wall, or bend me over the counter, or drag me into bed and ruin me until I forgot every other man’s name.
And that alone set me apart from Liv.
I saw him first.
I loved him first.
I wanted him in my bed long before she even walked into this house.
But unlike her, I was not walking around being thirsty.
Unlike her, I kept my desires well hidden.
I played the part of a perfect daughter.
I didn’t flaunt my desire in flimsy shorts or see-through tops.
I didn’t parade my hunger like a badge of honor.
No, I kept it hidden
