The Little Wild Secret
However, then came a full moon night in the garden, where I stumbled upon Ethan, wild-eyed and not himself.
The moon draped us in its glow, tracing our silhouettes.
Heat rose by degrees, his touch tracing fire on my skin, his teeth tugging at my shirt button.
An exotic scent filled the air, stoking a fire inside me, drawing me to him like a moth to a flame.
That night, we were intimate, and he even left a bite mark on my neck.
From that night, I got pregnant.
Now, voices pierced the silence again.
"Mr.... Mr. Gibson… There's a birth..."