Todos los capítulos de Unholy After Dark: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

Jenna I woke up that morning feeling different. Not dramatically different, but lighter, as though something inside me has finally settled into place. The change is subtle, yet I notice it in the way I move, the way I think, and even in the way I look at myself when I catch my reflection in the mirror. The sessions are helping me reconnect with myself. I'm learning to pay attention to my body, to stop second-guessing every little thing, and to let myself experience a moment without worrying about what comes next. I stretch beneath the sheets, then push them aside and get out of bed. A run sounds like a good idea. By the time I'm dressed and outside, the morning air is cool against my skin. I settle into an easy pace, letting my feet carry me along the familiar streets. The neighborhood is still relatively quiet. A few people walk their dogs, while others head toward the nearby shops with takeaway cups of coffee in their hands. And then there's her. The tall, dark-haired wom

JennaBy the time evening comes around, I've checked the time more often than I'd like to admit.I spend a little while tidying the apartment, putting away the few things lying around the living room and straightening the cushions on the sofa. I open the windows to let in some fresh air, then walk through the space, looking for anything else that might need attention.Nothing does.Still, I find myself adjusting things that are perfectly fine.I move a cushion, step back to look at it, then move it again.“Get a grip, Jenna,” I mutter, staring at the cushion as though it's responsible for my sudden inability to act like a normal person.It's not as if I'm preparing to host a royal visit. A woman I've been exchanging glances with for a few weeks is coming over for a drink. That's all.Except it doesn't feel like that's all.I head into my bedroom and stand in front of my wardrobe, moving a few hangers aside as I consider what to wear. I want something comfortable, something that feels

Chapter TenJennaThe rest of my evening passes quietly, although I catch myself thinking about Ginny more often than I'd like to admit. After she leaves, I tidy the living room, finish the wine I'd poured earlier, and eventually settle into bed with a book that I barely manage to read because my mind keeps wandering back to our evening together.I keep remembering the way she'd looked at me on the sofa, the way neither of us had moved when our knees touched, and how close we'd come to doing something about the tension between us.By midnight, I'm lying in bed with my book abandoned on the nightstand when my phone lights up.Ginny: Are you still awake?I smile before replying.Me: I am. Should I be concerned that you're texting me at midnight?Ginny: Maybe. What if I told you I've been thinking about you?Me: I'd say you have excellent taste.Ginny: Arrogant much?Me: You started it.A few seconds pass before another message appears.Ginny: I had a really good time tonight, Jenna. I k

JennaGinny's expression softens as she looks at me. “And I'm beginning to think I made an excellent decision.”I smile, taking another sip of my wine, and before I can come up with a suitable response, the doorbell rings.“That must be our food,” I say, getting up from the sofa.“Finally,” Ginny remarks, setting her glass down. “I'm starving.”I laugh as I head toward the door. “You say that as though I haven't been feeding you wine for the past thirty minutes.”“Wine isn't food, Jenna,” she calls after me.“Tell that to the people who make it,” I reply, opening the door.I collect the order and carry everything into the kitchen, where Ginny joins me to help unpack the containers.“Which one is mine?” she asks, peering into the bag.I point toward the container on the counter. “That's your Pad Thai.”“And yours?”“The green curry.”Ginny looks between the two containers before reaching for mine. “Can I try yours?”I turn to her, pretending to be offended. “You haven't even tasted you

Amelia“I was going to die a virgin.”That was the conclusion I'd reached after spending twenty minutes explaining to my friends why I couldn't possibly ask a man out, despite having had a crush on him for the better part of six months.Not just any man, either.My photographer.The same man who had probably seen more pictures of me than my own mother, yet somehow remained completely unaware that I wanted to climb him like a fucking tree.“Then sleep with him,” Tasha said.I blinked.“Excuse me?” I asked.“You heard me. Seduce him. Get him into bed,” she replied.I stared at her as though she'd just suggested I rob a bank.“I'm not doing that,” I protested.“Then stop talking about how badly you want him,” Tasha shot back.I opened my mouth, ready to defend myself, but Nessa beat me to it.“Actually, I agree with Tasha,” Nessa said.I turned to her.“Of course you do,” I muttered.“What?” She shrugged. “You've been talking about this man for six months. At this point, I think the thre