Caden
I don’t remember the drive home. Just the echo of Lia’s voice in my head.
You’re not a mistake.
God, she’s wrong.
The second she closes that door, I know I’m f****d. Not just because of what I do—but because I want to do it again. And again.
Until she isn’t scared of me anymore, until she begs me to never stop.
But that’s not how this works.
So I do the only thing I know how to do. I text Misty. She’s already waiting when I pull up to her house. Tight black dress. Red lips. The same way she always looks when she’s trying too hard to distract me from whatever’s spiraling behind my eyes.
She lets me in without a word. Pulls me upstairs by the collar of my hoodie like this is routine. Like she hasn’t noticed the way I’ve barely looked at her in days. I don’t stop her. Don’t spe
