I can still smell you on your panties, Lilybug. It’s driving me f*****g crazy.
My breathing pitched in my chest as I shoved the phone face down onto the granite
island. The metal backing clattered against the marble, a tiny, frantic sound in the
heavy silence of the apartment.
My skin felt hot and prickled with disgust. He was right down the hall. Just a few feet
away, holding my stolen underwear, taking pictures of himself while my brother, the
team's star captain, the guy everyone on campus treated like an ice god, was in the
room right next door.
I squeezed my eyes shut, pressing my palms hard against the edge of the counter,
trying to stop the violent trembling in my knees. Don't throw up.
Just breathe. Do not let him win.
But amidst my revulsion, I still felt the heat pooli
