She looked up at me, eyes huge and glistening like dark pools under the moonlight, voice dropping to something serious, almost accusatory, laced with desperation. "I want you to be responsible for me. "
"It's obvious… You took advantage of me. You… you took my virginity there, in that way, and now… now I can't just pretend it didn't happen. You owe me something for that."
"Mira, I…"
She cut me off, anger flaring again, though it trembled on the edge of heartbreak, her hands clenching into fists at her sides. "Am I… am I not as good as Sister Angela? Tell me… Am I not beautiful? Not worthy? Is that why you're acting like this was nothing?"
Before I could answer, she closed the distance in a rush, tears spilling freely now as a dam had burst. She grabbed my hand—stronger than I expected, her grip hot and clammy—and pressed it hard against her chest, forcing my palm over the soft, heavy swell of her breast.
