- HAZEL - “Well, you look like shit.” Theresa’s voice is the first welcome greeting I get as I step into the van. “Now, I’m very much glad I stayed in.” Pat says. I look inside the van for Kate. She’s not here. That’s odd. If she’s not in then she must look worse than I do with all the water
- KILLIAN - Her mouth melts into mine. Her tongue feels like a harmonious melody playing rhythmically to mine. This is not a matter of dominance, it’s just passion poured out through our body movement. Overrunning passion. The more I have my hands on her and have her locked between a wall an
- KILLIAN - I saw her. Watched her get off that van. Watched her every step and every breath and every single movement down to the minutest detail till she met my brother. Every uncomfortable gaze as she examined this place. And every single glance she snuck my way. I felt it too. I wanted to b
- HAZEL - I cannot believe I let Kate talk me into stepping out. I feel ridiculous, dressed for brunch while being in a place like this. Not that my outfit is not fabulous, it’s just not the usual thing you’d expect to see people who go here put on. I feel like we look like some sort of glitter fai
- HAZEL - The remaining days at the beach house went from what I thought was a chaotic mental disaster to something actually relaxing. When I shoved all my problems aside, at least. I have to admit, it was fun to just be girls. Normal, stupid and sometimes dumb, fun girls with little to no care in
- KILLIAN - Fear. Even from a mile away, I can sense the fear of my prey. It’s very satisfying for a predator to witness the defeat of a victim before it’s claimed as a conquest. And right now, I am that predator, enjoying the trivial acts of my prey. I thrive on it. Dine on it even. And just at