TAKE ME
ELENA
I look down at the skimpy, the black dress I’m wearing and wonder for the millionth time what in the everliving f**k I’m doing. In all my nineteen years of living, I’ve never done anything this bold or out of character or completely and utterly insane.
Maybe that’s the problem, though.
Maybe that’s why my life has become as boring as a housebound eighty-year-old’s, and that’s most definitely why I’m still walking around with my hymen fully intact—my p***y more untouchable than the damn Mona Lisa.
With that image firmly in place and freely mixing with other horrific glimpses of my knees becoming permanently locked together, I take a deep, shaky breath and force my ass out of my car. I look up at the large building that’s shrouded in darkness and try to get my heart rate u
