10 MARENIt takes every ounce of resolve left in me not to cry.
I steady myself against the door, staring at the wall between Hayes’s room and mine—well, Holly’s. Her little performance—the thumping and moaning—has stopped, but she’s claimed her territory.
Besides, I don’t want anyone to see me like this, least of all Holly. My lips are swollen, my panties are soaked, and my heart? It’s pounding so loudly, I’m surprised no one can hear it but me. My throat aches with emotion, and I squeeze my eyes closed and command my shaking body to focus on breathing. In through the nose, out through the mouth.
But as soon as I close my eyes, I can feel Hayes’s lips on mine. Warm and insistent, pushing and pulling against my mouth with a passion I’ve never experienced before, until suddenly his lips w
