Chapter Seven
Blue-eyes comes to me a few days after Aunt Ginny’s visit.
“You want me now?” he asks, reminding me of my rejection.
“Do I have a choice?” I ask.
“Still resisting, I see,” he says with a chuckling smirk.
“Not really,” I say without much haughtiness.
My body is screaming for him now. I want him, but I can’t tell him that. I can’t help but reflect back on Aunt Ginny’s experience as I go through my own. I wonder if he’s my Andrew. It would appear so.
“What do you want besides your freedom, which you will not get?”
“I want someone to respect that fact that I’m more than my body,” I tell him.
He looks at me strangely. “Is that what you want? Really?” His beautiful face has a devilish look. His blue eyes gleam. “You want me to sit here and listen to you talk, or take
