The house felt different today. The air radiating in the apartment seemed to echo with the memory of what had happened on the sofa last night.
I had tried to work, to concentrate, but every hour or less, I found myself hard. Again and again. Now, I was sitting in my room, staring at my laptop screen, but the words just blurred together. In my mind was a loop of Angel’s wide eyes and the feeling of her small, warm hands.
I heard the front door open and slam shut; I knew she was back from school. Usually, she’d shout a greeting, but today she was silent. Ten minutes later, there was a soft, hesitant knock on my bedroom door.
"Come in," I said, as my heart was already starting to thud.
Angel stepped inside. She had already changed out of her school uniform. Now, she was wearing a tiny pai
