“Quince, are you in there? You better open this door or I’m coming in.” Jenna is better than an alarm clock. And much more annoying. I roll over and realize I am alone in the bed. He left. He left without saying goodbye. I sit up and look around. Every trace of him is gone...
Slathering on sunscreen, I pay extra attention to my face, neck, and arms. My skin is pale and sensitive, and if I do get some color, it’s usually red instead of brown. When we are ready, we walk to the edge of the woods. I can just barely see the trail between the trees. ...
"What did I say?" She knows exactly how to push my buttons, knows exactly what turns me on. I swear I almost ran off the road when she grabbed me like that. Jenna Ryan is a whirlwind, tossing my world upside down and rearranging all I thought I knew. Since I met her, I've been living with a perpe...