I watched, mesmerized. Did he move his hands like that when he made love? A thought struck me like lightning, of his long, deft fingers sliding into my panties. I slammed my thighs together, and choked back a whimper. He glanced at me with hooded eyes, peering at me through his long, dark lashes
Asher “Asher!” Cynthia followed in my shadow as I left the dorm and started my trek across campus. She jogged to keep up with my brisk pace. She wasn’t going to give up, was she? With a sigh, I slowed so she could walk normally beside me. Last thing I needed was for her to overexert herself
What difference did it make if she hated us? I had promised Dylan that I would take care of her, not that she had to like it. But… From my side, she glared up at me. Her pink lips curled down in disgust. I didn’t like her looking at me like that. Sighing, I said, “I don’t exactly enjoy being y
With my decision made and settled, I felt more at ease. I didn’t have to waste any more energy worrying about what I should do. Now I could focus on following my set path, even more fully than before. Since I’d gotten accepted into Lunarhaven Academy, I’d spent most my energy split between cheerle
But it was difficult to keep my lower lip from trembling. “There’s something else,” the right follower said, brushing Elena’s long, silky hair away from her shoulder. The follower leaned in and whispered in her ear. As Elena listened, her eyes brightened. Her lips twisted into a cruel smile as s
Since I had decided to live the real college experience, I started going to classes that I would have otherwise skipped. Like the one I currently sat in: Werewolf History. For whatever the reason, maybe because it was history, very few people actually showed up for it. Even I had only attended a h
His face left no room for doubt. Under his helmet, he gazed forward with an intensity I had come to know well. I backed out of this girl’s social and found another on Joseph’s page. It was the same. Mixed in with the posts about Joseph, were many, many more of Asher. Picture after picture was po
All I had to do to find out what Joseph wanted was to press my thumb down and open the text. Yet at the last moment, I stopped myself. Why should I care what he wanted? He’d made his feelings for me and our baby perfectly clear the last time we were together. Asher would be here to pick me up so