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
Asher Ever since Cynthia had suggested we end our fake relationship, I had done my very best to forget about her. It shouldn’t have been as difficult as it was, with the way all these other girls had been throwing themselves at me since the moment my new single status went public. Yet despite th
“I really don’t think so.” I removed my hands from her hips and placed them at my sides on the bed. There was nothing we could do to make this work. When I tried to think of taking this woman’s clothes off and pressing into her, my dick didn’t so much as twitch. I wanted Cynthia, body and soul,