It’s cheesy so I laugh a little. He swallows it with a kiss. When we break for air, I suggest, “Maybe we should practice.” “Good idea,” Miles says and lowers me down onto the bed. When I’m with Miles, the bad memories are pushed so far away, it’s like they happened to someone else. When I’m
Hugo watches Mr. Carpenter like a hawk, so he notices the way Mr. Carpenter immediately stiffens at Edward Zimmer’s name. Good. Hugo wants to make him uncomfortable. But he also wants Mr. Carpenter to think they might be in the same boat. Zimmer likely has dirt on Carpenter. Why couldn’t he have d
That night, Miles and I have our third and fourth round from the privacy of my bedroom. My body is pleasantly sore and sated. I’m ready to drift off to dreamland. I’m fairly certain Miles is already there, wrapped around me protectively. I feel safe and happy here beside Miles. Despite everythin
I fly out of the backseat of the car and rush up the driveway. “Garnar!” Thea wails. Some of the neighbors turn their lights on. Eyes start peeking through the windows. The door opens a crack. “Go home, Thea!” Garnar shouts. “Before I call the police!” “You wouldn’t do that to me! You love m
“You have no right,” Dad says, his own face twisting with anger. “I have every right, as someone who cares about Esther, to speak up when I see her being mistreated. And you, sir, are mistreating her.” “How dare you!” Mom gasps. “Is she or is she not your daughter?” Miles asks them both, shift
This is a pretty shabby house for being listed at such an expensive price. Hugo warned him already about the lead pipes. If it wasn’t historic, Miles would suggest having someone tear this whole place down and rebuild it. As it is, they need the right buyer to come around with a passion for restorat
I see on the news that a demon of my past, Mr. Carpenter, has turned himself into the police. The police searched his home, and found disgusting content involving minors on his computer. It was enough, with his confession of having paid for underage victims that sealed his fate. Meticulously, I wa
He steps closer to me, staring down at me with an intensity that makes me feel seen. Exposed. Vulnerable. “Miles…” I say again, weaker than before. I don’t know how to counter something so utterly heart-wrenching. God, I am in love with this man. Maybe I’m not ready to say it aloud, knowing we are