“Oh, the pleasure is all ours, Missy,” the elder teacher says in a melodic voice. “I’m Astrid, I’m the director of our little daycare, and this is Celeste. She is the main teacher as she works full-time, but we have other teachers that help out periodically.” “That is wonderful,” I gloat, shaking
Artemisia The pups are all awfully cute. But also awfully exhausting. I get to experience their energy firsthand as after dragging me through the house to see all the rooms and after getting shown all the appliances, I get invited to play different games. Fun, fun. But so exhausting. At l
Oh, they are so cute. I’m going to die. Emma is fast to run to my side and takes my hand confidently. I giggle, caressing her hair as we start walking around the pack lands leisurely. The children are chatting happily, and Astrid as well as Celeste can show me where some places are situated and
Artemisia “It’s lovely to see that you are getting along again.” I’ve just stumbled back onto the gravel path after tearing myself out of his arms with the last resolve I could find, as Celeste comments on our encounter happily. I don’t want to let the rumour spread about how fucked up it reall
Shaking my head, I feel like a tentacle wrapping around my heart. “This is just awful.” She nods, agreeing with me before we fall silent. The gravel scrunches underneath our shoes, and I listen to the little children blabbering happily as we continue to walk along the river. "To answer your qu
Artemisia “Where the fuck have you been?” Logan glares at me from the top of the stairs. I scoff, forcing a smile as I walk up to him. “Good evening to you too, Logan.” He exhales through his nose while he frowns. “Where have you been so long? You were supposed to finish with the pups about
“Do you have a lot of things to do tomorrow morning?” he asks smugly, and I purse my lips while shaking my head. “Then it’ll be alright.” I lift my nightwear into the air. “I’ll set them down real quick.” “Sure, make yourself at home,” he says, making my heart bloom. Stepping into the bedro
ArtemisiaBy the moment his lips finally claim mine, I become his hostage fully. He pulls me down onto the lounge sofa and shifts to have me lying beneath him. I moan against his lips as he moves his leg between mine and his knee further up, making me spread them for him. Oh, Goddess. Our glasse