stand still in little ways,” I whispered, facing the window and avoiding my so-called friends.
“Well, if you’re that stuck on leaving it how it is, don’t ever bring a boy in here. With all this pink, the lace, and the dollhouse, there’s no way he could get it up in this room.” Randi laughed at herself.
“There’s no way Mr. Diamante is letting any boy near his angel.” Amanda now laughed at her thoughts.
I was glad they could find all this funny. I didn’t want to change my room, out of fear it might change my life here. Things were good. Coming here had given me everything I had never had before: safety, protection, and freedom—well, sort of. I was free to be Angelina, not Fallyn. More than anything, this had given me someone who actually cared about me. After Papa Valencia, no one had seemed to care about me anymore, only what I could do for them.
Sure, it was true Giano wouldn’t let any boy near me. He had overheard the girls talking one day and sat me down to have the talk about boys. He had said I needed a strong man.
After everything he had given me and saved me from, there wasn’t a boy around who held a candle to my stranger. The longer I was here and around him, the more attached I became. The older I got, the more this changed.
He was right. I did need a strong man and not a teenage boy. The transition from the ten-year-old girl when Giano got me to the sixteen-year-old Angelina hadn’t been the easiest. Sex education in school had really taught me how wrong things had been in my past with my father. It had also made me wonder how far he would have taken things as I grew up. What would my life have been like if he was still alive? If I wasn’t with Giano would he have truly taken things even further?
Locker room talk, as people said, was the worst. When the girls gossiped about hand jobs, blow jobs, and fingering, my insides clenched automatically. I could still feel the burn and the pain as if it happened merely last night.
I looked out the window, wishing I could escape into the clouds as my friends continued their chatter.
“I would gladly give Mr. Diamante a blow job under the bleachers,” Randi giggled. “I’d even swallow for him.”
“I bet he is hung!” Amanda squealed, and I sighed.
“Lina, your dad is seriously h-a-w-t, hot!”
“Oh, stop, Randi, we don’t want to upset Sister Angelina. The nun will have to pray a thousand rosaries for our souls if we keep talking about her dad.”
“I’m not a nun. I never said I was saving myself,” I tried to defend. How could I tell them I had been touched? I wasn’t innocent like they thought. In fact, I was dirty. I had never fought him off. Subconsciously, had I asked for it?
“You’ve never even kissed a boy,” Amanda screeched, laughing at me. “So don’t tell me you’re not saving yourself. Virgin lips, virgin pussy.”
“Why kiss a boy when she can wait for a man?” Giano stated from the doorway, startling all of us. “A man who will know how to treasure those lips and the young woman behind them?”
I turned to look out of the window to hide my smile. Giano was never far away, and yet again, he had come to save the day for me.
I reached up and touched my fingers to my lips, wishing I could know what it was like to have them be truly treasured by a man. Could a man like that really ever be found?
Looking over my shoulder, I found his eyes staring at me, and something shifted inside me, as if I my question had been answered within the dark eyes burning into mine.
“Oh, my,” Randi said in a breathless voice. “Hi, Mr. Diamante,” she quickly recovered.
“I think it’s time for you two to go. Angel and I have dinner plans this evening.” He turned and walked down the hall without another word.
“Your dad is seriously hot!” Randi added as she put on her shoes to leave.
“Sex on a stick,” Amanda quipped, following Randi’s lead.
“You’ve read too many of your mom’s romance novels,
“Well, if you’re that stuck on leaving it how it is, don’t ever bring a boy in here. With all this pink, the lace, and the dollhouse, there’s no way he could get it up in this room.” Randi laughed at herself.
“There’s no way Mr. Diamante is letting any boy near his angel.” Amanda now laughed at her thoughts.
I was glad they could find all this funny. I didn’t want to change my room, out of fear it might change my life here. Things were good. Coming here had given me everything I had never had before: safety, protection, and freedom—well, sort of. I was free to be Angelina, not Fallyn. More than anything, this had given me someone who actually cared about me. After Papa Valencia, no one had seemed to care about me anymore, only what I could do for them.
Sure, it was true Giano wouldn’t let any boy near me. He had overheard the girls talking one day and sat me down to have the talk about boys. He had said I needed a strong man.
After everything he had given me and saved me from, there wasn’t a boy around who held a candle to my stranger. The longer I was here and around him, the more attached I became. The older I got, the more this changed.
He was right. I did need a strong man and not a teenage boy. The transition from the ten-year-old girl when Giano got me to the sixteen-year-old Angelina hadn’t been the easiest. Sex education in school had really taught me how wrong things had been in my past with my father. It had also made me wonder how far he would have taken things as I grew up. What would my life have been like if he was still alive? If I wasn’t with Giano would he have truly taken things even further?
Locker room talk, as people said, was the worst. When the girls gossiped about hand jobs, blow jobs, and fingering, my insides clenched automatically. I could still feel the burn and the pain as if it happened merely last night.
I looked out the window, wishing I could escape into the clouds as my friends continued their chatter.
“I would gladly give Mr. Diamante a blow job under the bleachers,” Randi giggled. “I’d even swallow for him.”
“I bet he is hung!” Amanda squealed, and I sighed.
“Lina, your dad is seriously h-a-w-t, hot!”
“Oh, stop, Randi, we don’t want to upset Sister Angelina. The nun will have to pray a thousand rosaries for our souls if we keep talking about her dad.”
“I’m not a nun. I never said I was saving myself,” I tried to defend. How could I tell them I had been touched? I wasn’t innocent like they thought. In fact, I was dirty. I had never fought him off. Subconsciously, had I asked for it?
“You’ve never even kissed a boy,” Amanda screeched, laughing at me. “So don’t tell me you’re not saving yourself. Virgin lips, virgin pussy.”
“Why kiss a boy when she can wait for a man?” Giano stated from the doorway, startling all of us. “A man who will know how to treasure those lips and the young woman behind them?”
I turned to look out of the window to hide my smile. Giano was never far away, and yet again, he had come to save the day for me.
I reached up and touched my fingers to my lips, wishing I could know what it was like to have them be truly treasured by a man. Could a man like that really ever be found?
Looking over my shoulder, I found his eyes staring at me, and something shifted inside me, as if I my question had been answered within the dark eyes burning into mine.
“Oh, my,” Randi said in a breathless voice. “Hi, Mr. Diamante,” she quickly recovered.
“I think it’s time for you two to go. Angel and I have dinner plans this evening.” He turned and walked down the hall without another word.
“Your dad is seriously hot!” Randi added as she put on her shoes to leave.
“Sex on a stick,” Amanda quipped, following Randi’s lead.
“You’ve read too many of your mom’s romance novels,
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