Giving In (18+)

Damien Shaw

Of all people, it’s her. Imogene’s so-called best friend. The one I’ve been avoiding for months, and for good reason.

I step out of the car, my feet hitting the pavement with more force than I intend. I’m still a little drunk, and it’s hard to keep my balance as I stagger toward her.

“Elinor,” I call out, my voice rough and filled with irritation. “What the hell are you doing walking around like that? I almost ran you over.”

She turns slowly, a smirk playing at her lips as she saunters toward me, completely unfazed. “Well, well, look who’s finally come around.”

I narrow my eyes, trying to read her. There’s something about the way she looks at me, like she knows more than she’s letting on. And I’ve always known she’s not as good as she pretends to be. After all, she tried to get with me right after Imogene left town. Of course, I never told Imogene about it.

I run a hand through my hair, frustration still burning under my skin. “What do you want, Elinor?”

She steps cl