LOGIN“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
After running into Asher outside of the library, I decided that Aimee had been right. Boys were complicated and confusing, and it was much easier to focus solely on studying. I avoided both Asher and Lamar, and when not in class, mostly stuck to studying in my room. For a few days, things had be
Lamar hadn’t done anything wrong exactly. Saying goodnight and sending me on my way was a perfectly fine way to end an evening. Yet I felt oddly… put out. Dismissed, almost. I had foolishly thought that by suggesting I wanted to go home, we would leave together and get the chance to talk one on
Lamar wasn’t just talking to Joseph, they were both laughing and carrying on, like friends. Joseph placed his hand on Lamar’s shoulder as he emitted a full-bodied laugh. Lamar smirked at him, as if pleased with himself for eliciting such a reaction. The sight made me nervous. I wasn’t sure what to
Asher has no respect for you. The words struck me like a blow, and though we continued our date, never bringing up Asher again, those words clung to me the rest of the night. Even after I went home, where I changed and rested in my bed, the words – the implication – haunted me. They were things







