EDEN: Steamy Forbidden Pleasures
College had been my escape, a whirlwind of thumping bass at underground parties, shots of tequila burning down my throat, and guys who didn't give a damn about my last name.
I'd hooked up in dorm bathrooms, danced on tables until dawn, and yeah, I'd let a few hands wander where they shouldn't under the strobe lights.
But here? In this urban sprawl where the church steeple pierced the skyline like a judgmental finger? I was Reverend Isaac's perfect little angel again.
Meadow, the preacher's daughter. Pure as driven snow. No more double life slipping through the cracks.
At least, that was the plan.
I dragged my suitcase up the cracked sidewalk to the church premises, the old brick building loo