The first time it happened was last summer. I remember it perfectly – and I remember it not just in my mind, but in my skin, my bones and blood, like I can feel it happening over and over again. It’s the most terrible thing, what we did – and the most wonderful.
I can’t think of it – of him – without getting hot and wet and breathless all over again. What we did – what happened last summer – was like my whole world cracking open. It changed everything – it changed all of me. I knew then I’d never be the same; I knew that I didn’t want to.
I had just turned 20 and was home from college for summer break, staying at my stepfather’s mansion for a few months, taking it easy between the end of exams and the start of my summer job. My stepbrother Ben, a few years older than me, was also living
