Chapter Twelve

Agatha listened intently to the muffled sounds of love making going on in the room next door with mixed emotions. She was happy to know that Edwin was protecting Kira by mixing his energy with hers, but she was also a little sad and, possibly even jealous, over the fact that Kira was being made love to while she lay alone in front of the fire.  While it was true that she still had her maidenhead, she’d mentally prepared herself to lose it for Kira’s sake. 

Tim was the first man she’d set eyes on - -ever- who could tempt her to give up her maidenhead, even if she didn’t have to do so to protect Kira.  She found him desirable beyond words and she sensed he felt the same about her.  Although she was relieved when the ghost stopped the ceremony and prevented her from having to have sex with all three men, a part of her wished it had waited until after she’d been with Tim.

She’d donned her shift for modesty’s sak