Unwanted Desires
tine's was both imposing and comforting-large stained-glass windows filtered the dying sunlight, casting colorful patterns across the woode
studying, preparing for their upcoming biology quiz, but neither seemed able to focus. The tension between them was palpable, their stolen moments together
nne, watching the way she absentmindedly chewed on her pen, the curve of her lips drawing Da
Anne teased, her voice a low whisper
it was a lie. Her mind had been far from t
eamed mischiev
ble, sliding into the seat beside her. Dahlia's breath hitched
ne murmured, her lips i
the closeness of Anne overwhelming her senses. "May
er skin. She leaned in even closer, her breath warm against Dahlia's neck. "You
r lips so close to Anne's that she could feel the soft warmth of her breath. The te
slow and intense, as Anne's hand cupped the back of Dahlia's neck, pulling her closer. Dahlia's hands
s only Anne-her scent, her warmth, the softness of her li
r to the study h
abruptly, her wide eyes reflect
the doorwa
e-shock, betrayal, and anger all flashed across his features in a matter of seconds. His e
a started, her
urther into the room. "What the hell is this?" His voice wa
her usual calm shatte
r off, his voice sha
out her, but now everything was laid bare in the worst possible way
like this," Dahlia said quietly
What, that you've been sneaking around with my sis
ed, stepping toward him. "
th anger. "Talk? What is there to talk ab
ion stared at them both, his chest rising and falling with fury. Then, without anothe
ment for so long, and now it had finally happened. Anne stood still, he
?" Dahlia whispere
, her expression pa
alone, her mind a chaotic swirl of emotions. The echoes of students' laughter and the oc
or even Anne-was unbearable. The grand arches and tall, stained-glass windows offered no comfort as she roamed aimlessly
quietness here was different-more oppressive. She slowed her steps, letting her hand graze the cool stone wall beside her as she walked. The wei
she even
in golden light. The rays of the afternoon sun streamed through, casting colored patterns on the floor.
to the way they were? Dion wouldn't forgive her-or Anne. And what about Father Charles?