RAW DESIRES:{50 Stories of Passion}
It was just a dare, I told myself, but the napkin with his number sat on my dresser.
Downstairs, Mom was at the stove, stirring something that smelled like pancakes. “Morning, sleepyhead. Rough night?”
“Not too bad,” I said, sliding onto a stool at the island. Dad poured coffee into a mug, sliding it my way with a wink.
“Heard you had fun. Any wild stories?”
I sipped the hot liquid, it was bitter and grounding. “Just met some people. Nothing crazy.” My phone buzzed on the counter, it was Sarah. >Hey girl, last night was epic! You survive the walk home? Let's grab lunch downtown.<