BURNING SECRETS
A part of me wants to just strip and lie on this bed that I'm sure is Jackson's, but an even bigger part wants the thrill of him finding me, of him taking my clothes off, of him making me get onto the bed.
Footsteps sound closer now, and not knowing what else to do, I go for the dumbest hiding place possible. Under the bed. I liethere, in the dark, trying to quiet my heaving, excited breaths. Footsteps again, and I look over to see the shadow of feet blocking out some of the light coming from under the door.
"Only this room left now," he says as he opens the door.