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June 2 - June 7, 2025
“I’m quite out of my mind,” my sister says cheerfully, thrusting out her hand. “I often say the first thing that pops into my head. You must learn not to pay me any attention.”
“I make it a habit to always pay attention when a woman speaks to me. It’s the ones who are out of their minds who have the most fascinating and insightful things to say.”
To me, wealth should be transitory. Money is simply a way to get more beauty.
I am so damn sick of being treated like a rebel who must be curbed, simply because I want to make my own choices and enjoy my life the way I see fit.
I suppose when you build practical things to sell, you must sometimes indulge in a passion project on the side.
Clara catches it and extracts the nut meat, popping it into her mouth. “Delicious.”
Never in my life did I think I would read “nut meat” … Which says a lot considering what I read 😹
Of course I would break something on our first night here. I’m always breaking one thing or another. Papa used to call it giddy carelessness. I try to be careful, but sometimes my limbs end up in different places than I expect them to. Sometimes my arms swing wider or my legs step farther than I anticipate. I’m naturally clumsy, I suppose.
“Never mind,” she chokes. “What were you saying about getting hard?” The circles on his cheeks turn a deeper shade of pink. “Ah, I see the joke now. How delightful that you can indulge in carnal mockery while I’m suffering.”
It’s strange to me how many people can see the wonder of a thing and simply accept it, without inquiring why it was made or how it works.
“Men are going to look at you that way whether you like it or not. You can fret and stew about it, or you can turn it into power.”
“No, I wouldn’t call him a friend—it’s much worse than that. He’s family.”
“Nowadays, people call me Sugarplum because I have the same delightful quality as these fruits. I’m deliciously flavored, and I taste different every time.” “You—you mean your personality?” “No.” His lashes lower, hooding his eyes. “I’m not talking about my personality. I’m talking about my cum.”
“She’s the experienced one.” He leans toward me, mischief in his eyes. “But you’re the secret freak, aren’t you, darling?” Closer he bends, inhaling, his lashes drifting shut. “I can smell it on you—the delicate sweetness of your lust. Like melted sugar, sliding between your legs.”
A smile starts deep inside me, spreading like sunshine until it reaches my face. He catches his breath and then exhales, slowly. “Stars, you’re exquisite.”
“You can’t take the actions of one and infer the wickedness or unworthiness of all!”
“You, my dearest darling, are someone I’ve only dreamed of meeting. I’m very afraid I won’t be able to let you go back to your world. I think I shall have to keep you here, with me.”
“I thought the scent of you was the only thing compelling me—luring me to obsess over you. But your scent is concealed from me now, and I still have these feelings—this inner dread at the thought of losing you, this ache, even when you’re near me, because you’re not close enough, because I need you—not your body, not only that, but more. I—I admire you, Louisa. I admire your confidence, your keen mind, your beautiful enthusiasm for everything, your courage in crisis. I long to be like you. I wish I could lose myself entirely in you.”
“You wanted me, tempted me,” he whispers. “You have me. Now it’s your decision. Choice is freedom.” Those three words flame through my heart, a sudden, violent truth. By choosing him, I’m not stepping into a cage. I’m leaving one.
“A captain who loves parties and gowns and sweets.”
