Pauline’s bedroom. Morning light filters through curtains. Heart hammers in my chest. I’m on my knees on her bed, tray balanced—croissants, apricot jam, orange juice, honey pot. She’s curled fetal under beige quilt, black cotton nightie, no panties. Tangled hair, sleepy eyes. Silver cross on black linen string. This is it. No turning back. Lean…
In the flickering glow of the wood stove in my little apartment at Mont de Vannes, that bitter winter night, everything shifted. Snow blanketed the mountain. Prayers done, I knelt in the chapel, heart steady from routine. Then Daniel appeared, rubbing his back, voice low. ‘Louise, a nerve’s out. Help me?’ Fear twisted in my…
The cool night air hit us as we stepped out for pizzas. Valérie’s laugh cut through my haze. I’d been staring at Hervé’s girl, that stunning ebony princess with the killer smile. Her skin glowed. Fine hands. Perfect tits. Ass I’d kill to grab. But fuck, why him? My dick throbbed. Then Valérie dragged me…