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Right then, someone clears their throat. “Attention, please,” she says. We all look up, quieting down. I recognized her voice even before looking. Soraya. She’s at the center of the room, holding a bottle of Macallan with the label turned out, her posture so confident. “I don’t care what you all think about speeches,” she…

He kisses my left labia, then my right, his lips soft, a stark contrast to the intensity of the nipple suckers vibrating up here. And then he’s in my heat again, tongue diving in, licking, lapping, tasting. Every touch drives me wild. I wiggle my waist, trying to get closer, trying to deepen the connection,…

“Are we going to talk about it?” “About what?” “Those feelings.” “Not while you’re naked.” “When? Because I’m not putting my clothes back on, Knox.” “Then I might need to run away. Because I’m not having tender thoughts about you right now “I don’t want you to.” I step closer. “I want you to use…

Her smile is soft. Grateful. She leans in and hugs me, arms sliding around my waist, cheek pressed against my chest. I keep my hands at my sides because if I touch her, I’m going to lift her, and then we’re not going anywhere. That’s when I spot the bag sitting beside the couch. “Going…

“I asked you not to mention it, Knox,” she says. “Mention what?” Finn asks. I come in, voice shaking. “Your mother says your sister is alive.” Finn’s expression shifts from confusion to disbelief to raw, hot anger. “Stop playing, Mom.” “It’s true,” Victoria says, her voice breaking. “You two don’t have to fight anymore. Just…

He doesn’t stop. He moves with the kind of purpose that makes the floorboards feel thinner underfoot. I follow him back down the tight stairwell, through the narrow confessional door. My phone light bounces off the floor. I glance up at him ahead, surprised he doesn’t need the light. Of course he doesn’t. He knows…

I scream again, body arching. When he realizes what I’ve done, Knox jolts upright, slamming the machine off. He yanks the pads from me and gathers me into his chest. And then he cups my face. “What the hell did you do that for?” “Jesus, that hurt,” I whisper. “You thought it was supposed to…

“Smoking weed, then?” “None of that,” I say, finding the old confessional tucked into the side. “I found this place the day I stole my dad’s car. I was fifteen. Just driving around, crying.” He watches as I push open the narrow door to the confessional, revealing the hidden entrance inside.. “Why were you crying?”…

He turns. “What a pleasant surprise, Sloane.” “Were you following me?” “Why would I-“ “Cut the bullshit. First you eye-bang my sister, now you crash into my car?” “It’s not my fault you can’t drive for shit, Sloane.” Serena’s looking back and forth between us, a million questions written on her face. Before I can…

“Heyyy,” Serena squeals. “What the hell? Not even a hello, and you’re dragging me away?” “Just walk,” I mutter. She stumbles for a second but regains her stride. Quickly, I look behind us to see that Hunter hasn’t moved from his position. There’s a weird look in his eyes. “Who was that?” Serena says. “The…