Unable to tear my eyes away from the spectacle earlier than us, I ask Percival. “Is she… having fun with that?”

“Take a look at her face, Spencer,” Percival orders, his eyes locked on the scene. “Completely different folks discover pleasure in numerous issues.”

The girl’s reactions proceed to fascinate me, and I speculate what kind of feelings she should be experiencing. Worry? Pleasure? Thrill? Or maybe a mix of all three?

“Does this curiosity you?” Percival inquires, his gaze turning light. He’s attentive to my reactions, ensuring I’m not overwhelmed by the depth of the scenario.

“I’m undecided,” I confess, feeling an odd mixture of intrigue and discomfort. “There’s one thing… charming about it, however I can’t put my finger on why.”

“Typically, our wishes could be obscure,” he says thoughtfully, his eyes nonetheless targeted on the girl and her tormentor. “However that doesn’t make them any much less legitimate.”

As we proceed to look at, a rising sense of unease fills my chest. We’ve entered a world to this point past my very own experiences, and I battle to reconcile my curiosity with my discomfort. However at the same time as I query my presence at this social gathering, I discover myself unwilling—or unable—to tear my gaze away from the scene unfolding earlier than us.

“Sufficient,” I sign, tugging Percival’s arm. The room appears to shut in on me as I really feel a sudden want for air… for escape.

“Spencer?” Percival’s concern is obvious as he seems down at me, his darkish eyes looking mine.

“Can we…speak? Alone?” I handle to say, my coronary heart pounding in my chest. He nods with out hesitation, his hand discovering mine and main me away from the scene that had each intrigued and unnerved me.

We weave via the group of scantily clad our bodies, and at last, we attain a secluded nook, simply far sufficient faraway from the chaos to permit some privateness.

“Are you alright?” Percival asks gently, his fingers nonetheless entwined with mine.

“Yeah,” I reply, steadying myself in opposition to the cool wall. “I simply…wanted a second.”

“After all.” His gaze by no means wavers from my face, his concern palpable. “Take so long as you want.”

Silence settles over us like a heavy blanket, and I discover myself finding out his good-looking options, taking within the fear traces etched throughout his brow. Regardless of his status as a party-loving womanizer, it’s clear that he genuinely cares about my well-being.

“Thanks. For understanding.”

“At all times,” he replies. “ you don’t have to remain right here in the event you’re uncomfortable. We are able to go away everytime you need.”

“Really…” I hesitate, uncertain of how one can broach the topic. “There’s one thing I’ve been desirous to inform you.”

“You possibly can belief me,” he replies immediately.

“Promise you received’t…decide me?” I ask hesitantly, my coronary heart pounding in my chest as I put together to disclose a secret.

“By no means,” he vows, a fierce willpower in his gaze.

“Alright.” I exhale shakily, gathering my braveness. “Right here goes…”

As I get able to share the reality that has haunted me for thus lengthy, the load of my confession hangs heavy between us, casting a shadow over our newfound closeness. The anticipation is tangible, and for a short second, the world past our secluded nook ceases to exist.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Percival

“ That is thrilling and all, nevertheless it’s not my factor. I need to go.” Her palms are shaking and shifting so quick I can barely learn the phrases.

“Hey, don’t fear in regards to the social gathering,” I say, putting a hand on the wall, simply over her shoulder, caging her with my physique. “We’re simply having a little bit of enjoyable, proper? I can at all times indulge later.”

The second these phrases go away my mouth, I can see the spark in Spencer’s inexperienced eyes dim, and it looks like a punch to the intestine. I’ve screwed up, and I do know it. A heavy silence fills the house between us, and I scramble to search out the correct phrases to repair what I’ve simply damaged.

“Spencer, I didn’t imply it like that,” I stammer, my coronary heart racing. “I care about you, actually. Greater than I assumed I might.”

She seems away from me, her arms crossing over her chest. It’s clear she’s damage, and I can’t bear the considered being the one who prompted her ache. My thoughts races with methods to make amends, to point out her how a lot I actually care about her emotions.

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