Chapter 24
Chapter Twenty-Four St. SebastianAt first, it was like gin, the feeling of loving him after knowing the truth. It was just another burn, another kind of heat to add to the glow of the library fire and the warmth of Poe’s kisses. Dizzying, maybe. Forbidden, definitely. But translucent. You could hold it up to the light and say, see? I’ve only had this much sin tonight. Or perhaps it was like scotch. Drinking it would cost me more than I could afford, but then what else would burn as good going down? I tried not to care that we couldn’t seem to resist these little sips of each other. I tried to write it off the same way I wrote off an extra drink or two at the end of the night. Who did it hurt if sometimes he made me sit on the floor by his feet or if sometimes he held my hand whi
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