HUNGER AND SHADOWS
~TATE’S POV~
The cafeteria smelled like grease and salt, fries burning in the background, voices buzzing all around us. Myra and I wove through the hallways, but my mind wasn’t here. It was caught in the shadows of two nights ago.
"What are you thinking so hard about, Tate?" Myra’s voice cut through the noise.
Two days since that night—since I let Mathias and Daxon touch me. Since Mathias’s mouth had left me trembling, since Daxon’s hands had branded themselves into my skin.
The memory was a ghost that wouldn’t leave me. A curse.
I’d never let anyone that close before. Never let anyone kiss me like they were starving. And now… I couldn’t stop wanting it again.
The thought of their mouths, their hands, their bodies—it ate me alive. A hunger that made my skin burn a
