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My dress falls to the floor into a puddle around my feet and Crispin licks his lips in what I hope is appreciation."You're so beautiful, Stella. Gorgeous."His attention lowers as he takes a nipple between his teeth, and his tongue caresses my delicate skin. Waves of tingles touch every part of my body, mimicking the movements of his tongue. I want to scream out and melt into his arms all at once.Before I'm ready he continues further down, his thumbs following the lines of my legs until his hands rest between my thighs as he works my underwear low until I can step out of them. He pushes my thigh and widens my stance, making room for his head to fit.Crispin's moan matches mine at the first touch of his tongue on my private entrance. I back against the wall, flattening myself against it, scared to let him keep going but not wanting him to stop. It's too intimate an act for my kitchen, worse that it's my brother's kitchen, but I can't tell him to stop. It's been so long since I

Katy and I freeze, looking back and forth in the thick darkness while trying to see who is yelling. I tense, ready to run, but Katy squats down, trying to hide in the shadows. I can't leave her behind so we wait until a second later a big hulking man steps out from the porch, a gun pointed in front of him, moving back and forth between our two heads.He smiles, but it isn't in an evil I-want-to-shoot-you-and-bury-you in-the-front-yard smile. It almost looks as if he's laughing at us. He's caught two teenagers out having a night of fun rather than two criminals gathering evidence."Katy, what are you doing here?" the big guy asks."Nothing."A second voice comes from nowhere until I lean ahead and spot a tall skinny man standing on the end of the wraparound porch. "Bring them inside, Jock."The beast of a man flips his gun in that direction, using it as a big flashing sign. "Mr. Zanetti would like to invite you two to dinner."Katy steps away from the house but makes no move

The atmosphere in the room turns serious and I realize I'm metaphorically standing at a crossroads. I can lie, even though it seems as if Crispin already knows the truth, or I can be honest and face the consequences of our actions. First, I consider blaming it on Katy, but in reality, even though I may not have known all of her plan, I still went along with it.With a deep breath and a heavy sigh, I let the contents of the evening out in one big, long run-on sentence. "Katy came and picked me up, we dressed in all black, and then we snuck around to Frankie's house, but he caught us outside the second window before Katy could see anything good." I take a breath and keep going. "And then he invited us inside and his maid — or cook, he never said — made us the most amazing spaghetti with chicken and cheese all cooked together. Delicious. I would have loved the recipe but didn't want to ask."I suck in another large breath, two of them this time, getting ready to finish the story. "And

"You seem much more prepared for today's run," I shout across the road as Crispin jogs to my side of the street. "You look hot."His black running pants are skin tight, cupping his ass the perfect amount. The light blue running shirt clings to his chest, accenting his pecks."Don't give me crap now. We haven't even started running yet.""No, I mean it. Your outfit does you justice." I lazily trail my eyes up and down his body, making sure I get a long gaze, and then lean to the side to see from a fresh angle. I must keep the image for easy recall later.Crispin chuckles, finally catching on to what I'm saying. "I say, Miss Donovan, are you objectifying me?""Maybe."Crispin breaks out into a bigger grin. "I like it."I set my attention to fiddling with my watch, starting the run app so I can time how far we go. Halfway through the process, Crispin bends over and I lean back, checking out his ass one more time. Still amazing. I wasn't lying when I said he looked hot. Skint

When you run at night, it's still humid and you have all day to think about your stupid decisions. To talk yourself out of the run and remind your brain how awful exercise is. That means by the time I've taken the first step off the front porch I'm already miserable. Night runs are the worst.Especially when I had such an amazing day. After being in Pelican Bay for two months, I feel as if I'm settling in. And it's all thanks to Crispin. If not for him I never would have met the ladies who work at the bakery. I wouldn't spend my entire day set up in the shop gossiping about Tabitha's upcoming wedding or learning words of wisdom from Pearl as she sips away at her herbal tea and munches on a chocolate cupcake. Her husband picked her up around noon before the lunch rush and then I got behind the counter and helped clean up, carrying cups and plates. I wiped down tables and swept the floor. It was fun to get out of the house and see other people, even for my self-declared hermit lifestyl