Primaveral — Yolanda Olson

Since I was born blind, most would think I'm missing out on a lot life has to offer, but with them— my silent suitors— I know that's not true. It started with only one. Every night he would sneak into my room, and every night I was left wanting more. I've never known what it's like to see, so it was easy for him to stay hidden, but when one set of hands turns into two, and eventually three, my thirst for answers becomes unbearable. Each one of them are calculated and smart— making sure to only give me enough to keep me satisfied throughout the day before they return again in the night. Our little game continued for months— years— before they finally revealed their identities, and although it's all I wanted to know, now it just makes things more complicated.