My First Forbidden Awakening in Mother’s Castle
That beautiful summer morning, the castle of my mother wrapped in silence. Dark, humid corridors. I wandered barefoot, my white nightie with pink hearts clinging lightly. Cool terracotta tiles under my toes. A sudden thrill hit me passing cousin Arnaud’s door, slightly ajar. Secret crush burning inside. He once confessed: ‘I sleep naked, always.’ Peeking…