A Nymph's Liturgy

e, maybe a toy or even jus

n classes nonstop with no ti

ay all joy, and that's exa

I didn't mind if I got caught in this smal

an, my nails pressin

een yearning for finally

m, I adjusted my ski

ething and adjust his b

this again," I

en his name, and it was just a meaningless sex to

Clara and quickly closed the door in fron

mission to dislike me and make me

te clothes, if you need proper one

your meeting with your tutor," I looked a

signed up f

ggested it to the Dean, and he thought it was

as annoyed by this, it wou

bout to sign up for one," her sm

want to take away your weekend privileges," she would love to ruin

threatening one of his loyal followers,"

ow nothing about either," she scoffed a

but leaned close to

e said as he walked away, and I cursed, remembering that Domi

oring had it

ender, your curfew was much later, almost nonexistent, and depending

oom to wash off

ince she only noticed my short, red plaid ski

like me, all they can th

was totally fake, just like the people who say they'r

with sexual obsession when she was sixteen, wh

e tough for her, and my mom would often write abo

in an all-girls school until

are what happened to me, especially when he

ominic made me

he talks about turning out l

ed from my thoughts by someone

k m

shone like the sun at sunset

onto his forehead, and his

oft pink lips looked almost like they were

-up shirt that showed

lack pants, and he had a ba

ough his thick hair to push

t mine, a deep blush sp

o me. I was curious, actually m

he was and why he cau

library, I followed until a girl wh

er hair, which was a nice

th a smile, standing there wi

," I replied, hopin

I'm pretty sure e

have the same kind of friendship," I looked at h

" She shook her head, a

, but the Head

the opposite gender unless there are no

's son? " She n

I wish the rules were looser; he studies poetry a

whispered at the end, making me

n find him? " She point

g out, my room is the fi

ster, then Clara was

er, I headed tow

brown decor and countless books on dark shelves; the a

light, shining down on me

eyebrows knitted together as he

admiring him until he no

ce turning a bright

y face and his, as if he were

race at the depth of his voice, sending a thri

Understanding crossed his fac

's against the rules except when there are no tutors avai

the sight of his collarbones brought s

, and his lovely fragrance filled the air. I couldn

lightly when he di

orenzo? " I tried saying his name,

book and got up quickly, repeating the word 'sorry' as

ished down the hallway that led to the boys' ro

s child, he must be som

his education at the academy when he was v

nterested in the