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I jump up from my seat and hug my parents. “Thank you so much. This is the nicest surprise! I can’t wait to eat it.”

As we dig into the delectable dessert, I lose myself to thoughts of Sean. What we did is forbidden in my world, although probably expected in his. I absolutely shouldn’t want to do it again.

Yet all I can think about is how badly I want Sean to show up at Havisham’s tomorrow and whisk me off into the dressing room so that I can learn how good it feels to have something other than fingers deep inside of me.

I moan loudly enough to startle my parents.

“Sorry,” I tell them. “This is just so good.”

“Well, honey, try to keep your excitement contained. Those kinds of noises are not ladylike.”

Oh, mother. If only you knew how unladylike your daughter was earlier today.

And how unladylike I’m going to be again tonight when I’m supposed to be going to sleep.