I met with Aimee in her dorm room. As she opened the door, she looked up and down the hallway before yanking me inside. Then she began to pace. “This nurse… Irene came to my mom’s house and asked all kinds of questions about the two of us. And Brent. She wanted to know if Mom thought it was weir
We stood next to each other. Asher brought me a cup of water. Occasionally, he would tap me on the shoulder and point toward something funny across the room. But we didn’t speak. We didn’t hold hands. We might as well had been two strangers existing in the same space. It was unnerving, and I hat
Asher pulled me out onto the dance floor. Slowly, I pressed into him as one of his arms wrapped around my waist. The other was wedged between us, where he held my hand against his chest, over his heart. Closing my eyes, I rested my temple against his chin. I savored his closeness, soaking up as mu
“What about the money?” Elena asked. “Coach said he was selling the pictures to fundraise for us.” The trainer, looking grim, shook her head. “Unfortunately, as best we can tell, any money he earned is long gone. Our coach has quite a few gambling debts, it seems.” “I don’t understand,” I said.
Elena was purposefully antagonizing me, by rubbing in how Asher was likely being hit on at this very moment by a slew of eligible women. I knew that, yet it was still working. Jealousy held me in a white-knuckled grip. All I wanted to do was dash out of this locker room, track Asher down, and beg
Even though I really wanted to. If he was my real boyfriend, I would have pulled him down into a kiss – with tongue. Make everyone watch so they would know: this one belonged to me. But he didn’t. Not even for pretend. So my feet stayed rooted, planting me just inside the door, as even more gi
I pressed my lips to those of the apparition, but I felt nothing but air. Not even a zap of static electricity. It was simply… nothing. Disappointed, I opened my eyes. “Sorry,” he said. “It’s not your fault,” I whispered. “You aren’t real.” “I could be. If you talked to him.” I shook my he
Nurse Irene wasn’t done. “Brent says that the ghost baby appeared outside the gazebo after Aimee had run away, so it’s very likely that Aimee is not the one with the projection ability. It was a short list to start with, Cynthia.” “I don’t know anything about it,” I lied. “We both know better th
“Please.” That all sounded so good. I wanted it. I wanted everything. He stood to kick off the rest of his clothes. I watched, my mouth watering as he exposed his dick. He was so big, so hard just for me. Carefully, he moved me how he wanted me, stretching out my legs farther, and then slipped
Asher guided me back into the bedroom. As I stood near the bed, he walked behind me and slowly tugged down the zipper of my dress. His knuckles traced the newly-revealed skin inch by inch, following down the length of my spine. When the zipper had lowered as much as it could go. He spread his hand
I held my breath as Dylan threw the first punch. Asher dodged back and Dylan’s fist flew through the open air. Asher then stepped forward, ready to retaliate. Dylan backpedaled, placing a few feet between them again. In a flash, Dylan moved close again. His speed was lightning-quick. I barely even
“’Might?’” He squeezed me gently. “It will be fine. Trust me.” I did trust him, with my life and more. But… this was my brother. My brother and the love of my life were about to fight a challenge with yet unknown terms that would undoubtedly involve me and my baby. I couldn’t help but be a b
I opened my mouth to begin to explain, but the truth seemed worse than even Dylan’s worst assumptions. No, Asher isn’t the father of my baby. The father is actually a terrible person who is now in prison. But Dylan wasn’t waiting for me to figure out a softer way to explain, and Asher was no hel
On the evening of the Academy’s winter dance, I slipped into my shining purple gown and checked myself out in the bathroom mirror. Gone were the days when I could pass as not pregnant. Now, my bump was a distinctive round bulge, pressing out the front of my gown – which I had bought in the materni
“I… um…” I had no idea how to answer Dylan. Panic set in, sending my heart into overdrive. Should I admit to Asher being beside me? It was getting late at night. Surely Dylan would have follow-up questions. Like, why was Asher in my room after dark. “Oh, shit, I have to go,” Dylan said suddenly.
Asher’s words stole my breath away. For a long moment, I simply stared at him, desire coiling inside of me. He stared back, his blue eyes deep as the ocean. I swallowed thickly. I couldn’t wait to go home with him and see all of his promises in action. Nancy cleared her throat from the doorway.
The real Asher was safely behind the line of fake wolves. He glanced back at me in concern. I understood his worry. Holding this many projections was a strain. But I was done running. I was done standing back. Joseph would lose. And I would help bring him down. In the circle, Joseph started to