Stella's POV
Zander and I have been good. He kisses me more freely when we're alone but he never tries to steer us toward anything heavier again. The most we've done most recently was make out in the abandoned library and even then when I moved my hands lower he stopped me. I should probably be more embarrassed but I blame him for turning me into a ball of horniness. Now every time I see him I have the distinct urge to jump his bones.
"Hello, earth to Stella," Damien says. We are in my living room preparing our presentation for literature class though we have still not picked a theme and my mind has wandered off to zander again. I mentally shake myself and tell myself to put my head in the game. If I stand any chance of becoming valedictorian and shoving my award in his face I need to f
