KASMINE.
The universe had already cursed me for my sins—I was sure of it. How else could I explain this torment? This unbearable, all-consuming need with no relief in sight?
I couldn't concentrate on anything. Not the pile of work in front of me, not even Jake's constant questions about how best we could communicate now that I no longer have a secret phone.
I had ignored him. But a part of me felt terribly bad about it. He deserved an answer. He deserved my attention. But I barely had the presence of mind to spare him more than a few nods. Guilt clawed at the edges of my thoughts, but it wasn't strong enough to override the fire burning beneath my skin.
I needed a release. Desperately.
My body was on high alert, and the slightest hint of contact with a man made my body tense, my core
