Chapter 1
The house is too quiet except for the creak of the bedspring in my parents’ room,
I press my ear against the wood, my breath shallow, my fingers curling into the hem of my sleep shirt. It’s late, too late for this, but I can’t pull myself away.
The air is thick with the scent of my own arousal, sticky between my thighs, and I hate myself for it. I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t want to be here.
But I do.
I ease the door open just enough to slip through, my bare feet silent on the hardwood.
The hallway is dim, lit only by the moonlight spilling through the window at the end, casting long, trembling shadows.
My pulse hammers in my throat as I creep closer, pressing myself against the wall just outside their door. It’s open a bit enough for me to see.
James is behind her
