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Sabrina

It was his hands I imagined when other boys touched me.

I heard his voice when they whispered into my ear.

I formed the habit of comparing his cock to others.

I wanted him.

Desperately.

Shamefully.

Completely.

I longed for the day he’d pin me against a wall, or bend me over the counter, or drag me into bed and ruin me until I forgot every other man’s name.

And that alone set me apart from Liv.

I saw him first.

I loved him first.

I wanted him in my bed long before she even walked into this house.

But unlike her, I was not walking around being thirsty.

Unlike her, I kept my desires well hidden.

I played the part of a perfect daughter.

I didn’t flaunt my desire in flimsy shorts or see-through tops.

I didn’t parade my hunger like a badge of honor.

No, I kept it hidden.

I buried it.

I was the good girl.

And where has that gotten me now.

***

I stared at Liv for long, watching as more water dropped to the floor.

But I said nothing.

Even though my throat itched with words, I swallowed