FORBIDDEN DESIRES
More often, Daphne sat with her pen idle, her lower lip caught between her teeth, her gaze drifting in ways that made Elise’s skin prickle with awareness she refused to name.
At nineteen, Daphne carried herself like someone still learning the weight of her own body.
Long auburn hair spilled over her shoulders in loose waves that caught the lamplight whenever she turned her head.
Her hazel eyes, framed by unfairly thick lashes, held a quiet intensity that made Elise’s pulse stutter more than once.
Daphne favored soft oversized sweaters that slipped off one shoulder and pleated skirts that brushed her knees, as though she hoped the fabric might hide the gentle swell of her hips and the curve o