The last dying rays of daylight flicker into my room, casting everything in a light-pink, innocent glow.
What we're doing in here is anything but innocent. And God knows we shouldn't be doing this. I'd asked Jason to follow me here so he could carry down a new sack of flour I'd saved here. Or maybe that was a lie. I could have asked one of twins for their assistance. But he was there and a part of me wanted the minutes alone with him. Stupid, stupid girl.
And we'd come upstairs, and I'd gone against him like a woman without a control button. I can hear the muffled noises coming from downstairs, lending to the illicitness of this situation. Just like that day in the kitchen, the fact that at any time, anyone could come upstairs and find us—or that they're already wondering where we are—m
