Why wasn’t the space between us smaller? Shift. Brush. Shift. Brush. A fire lit where his fingers landed and each time they touched me again, it was like a fan to the flames. I stifled a little moan and kept my gaze out my side window so he woul...
“I’m coming!” I called back, hearing the raw, cried-out tremor in my voice. I’d spent nearly twenty-four hours locked in my room in a self-pitying huddle. Twenty minutes earlier, my roommate had given me an ultimatum. Eat. Pee. Get out of bed. Or she would force me to...