Joseph held my gaze as he grinded down into the moaning girl beneath him on the park bench. My stomach twisted in disgust. I felt gross watching them, seeing this girl in the throes of passion when she had no idea she was being watched. Joseph knew, and didn’t tell her. He didn’t even stop. Averti
I grabbed my pajamas and dashed to the bathroom, where I changed and brushed my teeth in a hurry. When I returned to my room, Asher had stripped down to his boxers and t-shirt, and was sliding under the covers of my bed. Watching him, my thoughts fizzled out for a moment. Sleeping together was my
The day of the private photoshoot, I had been prepared to take the public bus to the stop nearest Coach’s house, but instead, Asher showed up at my door, spinning his car keys around his finger. “You think I’m going to let you go alone?” he asked. “Coach insisted that he’ll only let me in the hous
“You can leave your stuff here on the couch,” Coach said, gesturing to my purse and jacket. I started to slide the jacket off of my shoulders. “I have a dress for you to wear in the bathroom. When you are ready to start, you can go get changed in there.” “Okay.” “The set is arranged in the basemen
“Now, Cynthia. Take off your top.” Fear strangled me in its grip. I really, really did not want to do that. So I froze, deer in headlights, and couldn’t move. This only seemed to make Coach irate. “Cynthia. Do you want these pictures to turn out or don’t you?” I couldn’t speak. I shook my head
“Here.” He lowered the jacket over my shoulders. I immediately closed it at my chest. “Are you alright?” I shook my head. His blank façade cracked, as his brow furrowed with worry. “Did he hurt you?” I blinked back tears, but a few still broke through and tracked down my cheeks. “Just pictures
Asher I got Cynthia into my car and drove her back to campus. But she stayed unnervingly quiet all the way back to her room. It wasn’t usual, her silence. So often, I was the one who didn’t talk and she was the one who would fill the void. I didn’t know how to act if our roles were reversed.
My wolf growled, dissatisfied, but begrudgingly agreed. Cynthia was worth more than the temporary satisfaction of revenge. If I was kicked out of school, I wouldn’t be able to protect her. Removing the memory card, I returned it and my phone to my pocket. Then I checked over Cynthia to make