*Rosalind*
I press my back to the door, tiny tremors cascading through me, surprised my legs have retained enough strength to support me. I've never before lost such control of a situation, of myself. I've never before been so frightened by the power a man could wield over me. He could cost me everything.
I have to look beyond pleasure, but it's so blasted difficult when my nerve endings have been transformed into tiny stars sparkling in the heavens, alive with some sort of electricity shooting through them.
I love kissing Riverdale, love the play of our mouths, love the warmth he generates. When he slips his hand beneath my petticoats, I know he is traveling where he ought not, but I cannot bring myself to stop him, to bring a halt to the wondrous sensations that he so easily brings to
