CHAPTER 2SOPHIELater that night, the Harrington estate finally fell silent. The last champagne glasses had been cleared, the band packed up, and every guest, my mom, Marcus and his bride-to-be, the aunts, the cousins had crashed in their rooms. The mansion’s lights winked out one by one until only the underwater glow of the pool lit the backyard like a secret invitation.I slipped out of bed in nothing but a thin white tank top and the same pale-blue panties I’d worn earlier. The cotton was already damp just from thinking about him. Barefoot, heart slamming, I crept down the back stairs, through the French doors, and across the dew-wet grass to the pool house. The air smelled like chlorine and night-blooming jasmine. The pool shimmered, turquoise and inviting, the lounge chairs lined up like silent witnesses. I peeled off the tank top, tossed it on a chair, and slid into the water in just my panties. The cool shock hit my overheated skin and I gasped, but it felt good. I pushed off
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