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once to my sex-ed teacher, which prompted a phone call to my father, which resulted in a belt beating that night before dinner.
    I jerk the water to warm, unable to tolerate the cold a moment longer, and think of Waverly again. My cock hardens in an instant and I grip it with my left hand, rubbing and tugging as water beads down my body. When I’m fully erect, my balls tighten and swell.
    I shut my eyes tight as I imagine Waverly’s pink tongue tasting the tip of my dick before her mouth takes the rest. I imagine looking down, my eyes getting lost in hers as she moans with each lick and stroke. My free hand clenches as I envision a handful of her silky hair threading through my fingers.
    Everything becomes clear as day for a second.
    Waverly needs me.
    She needs me and she doesn’t even know it.
    I’m the only one who can save her. I’m the only one who can teach her that sins of the flesh are perfectly normal—dangerous to ignore, even. Something tells me she’s saving herself for some polygamous husband who sees her as nothing but a vessel in which to plant his delusional seed.
    My moment of clarity comes to a grinding halt when my mind goes blank, my body goes numb, and I cum all over the wall of the acrylic shower I share with my two “sisters.”
    I twist the water off and wrap a towel around my waist before heading down the hall to my room. I don’t feel guilty. I feel clearheaded. I know what I need to do.
    I’m walking with purpose now.
    I strut down the hall like a goddamned peacock, gazing into Waverly’s room as I pass by. She’s not in there. She’s probably hiding from me. Shit. I’ve probably traumatized her.
    Waverly makes me want sex like Beyoncé makes me want to put a ring on it.
    I remind myself not everyone lost their virginity at fourteen or screwed their stepmother multiple times a week since the day they got their driver’s license. Some might say I’m oversexed. I say I’m liberated. My cock, my sexuality, is the only part of me I’ve ever been able to control.
    But I’m not in it to fuck her. Unless she wants it. I’m not a predator. I’m a beacon of change. A catalyst. I’m here to bring about a longitudinal shift that will open her eyes in ways she’s only ever dreamed of.
    If she chooses to accept it.
    I twist the handle to my room, dropping my towel at the same time.
    Only I’m not alone.
    Found her.
     

CHAPTER 8
     

    So that’s what a penis looks like in real life.
    “What are you doing in here?” He scrambles for the towel he’s just dropped, covering up as fast as he can. I’m shocked. I fully expect him to flaunt it in my face. Wag it around a little. Make a show of it.
    I’m not sure if it’s big or small. I’ve nothing to compare it to. I only look at it for half a second because it’s kind of funny-looking, this situation is weird, and I’m trying my hardest to act like none of this fazes me.
    “Embarrassed?” I tease.
    How does he like his space invaded?
    “You have virgin eyes, Waverly,” he mocks back. A system of black, tribal tattoos cover his right shoulder, snaking down his biceps, which flex as he grips his towel with his fist. “I’m being a gentleman.”
    “First time for everything, I suppose.”
    “Why are you in my room?” He shuts the door behind him and keeps a careful distance from me. He’s staring at me like I’m a stranger. Like he doesn’t recognize me.
    Good .
    I’m going to beat him at his own game, only he doesn’t know it yet. The second he walked out of the laundry room earlier, I decided then and there that there was only one way to beat him at his mind games. He wants to teach me a lesson about choices and control? I’ll show him I’m fully in control. He thinks he has me pegged? He’ll have to guess again.
    I’ll teach him to take me at face value.
    I was raised to be a good and faithful, virtuous and upright. I have patience a mile long and a soft spot a mile wide.
    But there’s a part of me, deep inside