Chapter Eighty-Eight - Adriana Gervais- 19 yrs old

Ana tried to enjoy the food once the staff delivered it. Her problem sat across from her, eating as well. George, she felt like he permeated everything around her. That’s how aware Ana felt of him. Once he entered the cabin, it felt so small. His presence appeared everywhere, his scent quickly filled every corner of the tiny space. Ana had never been so aware of a bed in her life as right now.

She didn’t taste the food or wine, because all she could taste was that kiss. This wasn’t fair. What did she do in a previous life to deserve this kind of torture? She’d learn her lesson if this would just stop, and someone explain what she did that she’d done and how horrible it was.

“This is the first time I’ve taken a boat to the city. How long is it, anyway?” Ana didn’t know what to talk to him about, but the silence between them felt stifling. They needed to speak about something. Anything at this point. She wanted to talk about the kiss