CHAPTER ONE
Eva lay on her bed, the small black diary resting against her bare thighs. Her lamp cast a warm glow across the pages, and the house was quiet enough that she could hear her own breathing. She chewed on her pen, staring at the empty space in front of her.
She already knew what she wanted to write, the same thing she wanted every night, but shame always made her hesitate.
Her chest rose and fell too quickly. She pulled her knees together, pressing the diary tight between them, and finally pressed the pen to the page.
*I can’t stop staring at Professor Hayes in class. The way his voice sounds when he explains a poem makes my skin tingle. Today when he leaned over my desk, I imagined him bending me forward and using me right there while the whole room pretended nothing was hap
