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Chapter 2: Nothing Wrong With Curiosity

I waited until I was sure she was asleep.

All through dinner, all I could think about was the closet full of clothes. I was totally captivated by them, but I couldn't quite put my finger on why. Probably just the scale of the collection. They were so old-fashioned, too, back from a time when women wore girdles and big poofy dresses. I had always been fascinated by that era, those clothes.

Faith was funny and beautiful — a dangerous combination, especially for a hormonally charged guy like myself. This was going to be my gap year after my second year of college, and Faith had been kind enough to let me stay with her since she lived just a few stops away from campus. She was a family friend who I'd seen approximately three times in my entire life, so it was a surprise to see a red-headed beauty like her waiting for me at the station.

Her dress was tight around her chest, cut low enough that I had to remind myself not to stare at her bountiful cleavage. Her nipped-in waist gave way to a not-too-short A-line skirt, from which emerged long legs. She was standing in tall heels, and walked with me to the car in them with no issues.

"How was the trip?" she asked, and I tried to focus on the conversation and not on the crazy underwear I was sure she was wearing.

"Oh — totally fine. They served us lunch!" It had been genuinely exciting.

She smirked. "I remember when free food was enough to make my day."

"Really gotta value the little things in life, you know?"

"If you like little things, you'll love this town."

I raised my eyebrows and she continued. "There's probably not much for a party animal like you to do around here."

"Party animal?" I scoffed. "I'm looking for something quieter than all of that. I need to slow down before I — well —"

She grinned at my sudden awkwardness. "What were you going to say, Henry?" she asked with faux innocence. "Something like, 'prematurely age?'"

"I could never be so disrespectful," I grinned back.

I stared at the closet door and thought about what was inside. Was what I was planning to do now disrespectful?

The light in the hallway was off, but I could see Faith's light spilling out from under her door. The gentle glow was visible from mine. I wasn't going to do anything until it went out — not that there was anything wrong with what I was doing. I was curious! But I didn't want to make a lot of noise and have her worry about me.

My stomach was a tense ball. Butterflies tangled themselves into knots as I stared intently at the light on the floor, willing it to turn off. I tried to keep myself calm while not thinking too hard about why this was so exciting to me. I glanced down at the bulge in my pants. I hadn't even been thinking about Faith, but I was hard as a rock.

Probably just nerves.

Nerves that intensified as the light clicked off, throwing my room into darkness. My breath caught in my chest and I stared, still and silent, at where the light had been. After a few agonizingly long moments, I turned my gaze to the closet door and prepared myself for what lay beyond.

The bed creaked as I stood up and I froze. The sound seemed to echo through the room. I was sure that Faith would hear it and come bursting in at any moment. When she didn't, I scolded myself for being so ridiculous, then crept to the closet door.

There is no reason to be this worried.

But it wasn't worry. It was something else. Anticipation? Curiosity? Excitement?

I opened the closet door, slipped inside, and pulled it quietly shut behind me. For a moment, I stayed facing it, hearing my breathing in my ears, my hand resting on the knob. I inhaled deeply and felt myself steady a little bit, then flicked the light switch. I thought about what was behind me.

Then I turned to take it all in.