Luna
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After dinner, I headed up to my bedroom, took a shower, and slipped into my nightgown.
Even though my plan had been disrupted—all thanks to my father—I still wore my skimpy black nightgown.
I was about to lie on the bed, when a knock came in. My heart lurched.
Maybe it was my mother, I’ll have to beg her more to convince Uncle Stephan.
I scurried towards the door and opened it. Uncle Stephan barged his way into the room, his face red with anger.
“Why would you do that?” He gritted.
“You enjoyed it and you came,” I smiled, closing the door behind us.
He drew closer to me, his breath roiling over my skin. “What if your father found out?”
“Both of you are men,” I said, “you could settle it with your fist.”
The frown on his face deepened. “Do you want to ruin my friendsh
