*Senya*
When I reach my bedroom door, I hesitate, not wanting to deal with my brother tonight if he is lurking about like a miscreant in the shadows of my room. It is quite possible he might look at me and know what I have been up to. In spite of my tears, I feel as though I still glow from Aaron’s ministrations, and I want to hold those sensations close, take them with me beneath the sheets.
I consider seeking another bed rather than my own, the residence contains at least thirty other chambers, but in the end decide I am in want of familiar surroundings.
When I step into my quarters it is to discover that my brother is nowhere to be seen, but my three sisters are all scrunched up in my bed, the twins appearing to be asleep, while Alice is sitting up, pillows at her back, her nose bur
