Sabrina
I have always been a good girl.
Not your type of good girl though. Not the type who's overly religious or self righteous.
From the moment I crossed into those restless teenage years, my body ached with curiosity.
I stared when I shouldn’t have, I wondered when I wasn’t supposed to, I felt heat pooling in me even before I had the words for it.
But I kept it hidden.
I learned how to bury it deep, under good manners, under neat clothes, under the smile of the girl who always obeyed. Especially away from Caleb.
And that – no matter what anyone says – makes me better than her.
Better than Liv.
Liv, who struts through this house like s*x is stitched into her skin. Liv, who makes no effort to hide the way she looks at him.
She wears s*x appeal like other people wear jewelry; lou
