Caleb
When it was my turn to dance, the lights in the hall were dimmed, and the music became gentle and more intimate. The atmosphere demanded everything else besides dancing.
I took her to the second floor, slammed open the door of the first room I saw, and pinned her against the wall.
Streaks of clear moonlight filtered through the glass windows and paled under the glow of her celestial appearance. Even when she looked angelic, glazed with pure and dewy innocence, all my heart screamed was akin to the night sky, dark and sinister.
I wanted to taint that innocence, possess that dew and claim her purity. I had all the images painted in my head like a thousand canvases about what I wanted to do to that body, to her.
The door was sealed shut when the rest of my brothers arrived in th
