But today, I was afraid to open my mouth. I was disgusted with myself, inside and out. Physically, I felt overweight and slimy from Coach’s unwelcomed gaze. Internally, I hated myself for not speaking out, or speaking louder. I wanted to stand up to Coach, but how could I? To defy him was to risk e
Asher wanted me to tell him that I wasn’t involved in a swimsuit contest. All I had to do was lie to him, and he’d calm down, but when I opened my mouth, the lie did not come out. I said, “Maybe it won’t be as bad as you think.” I hadn’t realized he was still holding the television remote with one
He walked the remaining distance to me, but stopped an arm’s length away. “Cynthia,” he said, a quiet desperation in his voice. He wasn’t quite begging, but it was close. “Let me touch you.” I still didn’t think I was worth it, but when he was like this, I was too weak to refuse him anything. I n
Why would Nurse Irene want to know about Aimee? Surely she didn’t suspect Aimee of being the one with the projection ability. Aimee didn’t even have a wolf yet! I wouldn’t say any of that to Nurse Irene. So I just gaped at her. She continued on, unfazed. “Don’t you find it a bit suspicious that Br
He clapped his hands together. “These guys will go wild for you girls. We’ll be rolling in money.” He lowered his hands. “All of which will come back to help the cheerleading squad, of course.” I looked at the rest of the girls, and saw my own abject mortification mirrored on their faces. “Now,” C
Asher When one of my contacts had informed me that he had seen Cynthia and the other cheerleaders being led into a seedy bar by their coach, I had hoped that person was mistaken. Cynthia had assured me the swimsuit contest was taking part at a nice restaurant, and I didn’t wanted to doubt her. Bu
I’d never seen Asher like this before. I’d seen him so furious that his wolf clawed at his edges. I’d also seen the ice in his eyes melt under the intense heat of his gaze. But never had I seen both of these things happen at once. Until now. His mouth hot on my neck and shoulders, he clutched at m
I pushed off the bed to approach the bathroom. I planned on saying goodbye through the door and wishing him goodnight. Yet when I neared the bathroom door, I heard… unusual noises. Heavy breathing. The slap of skin on skin. A thunk against the door, and a moan. “Cynthia.” What could he possibly b