My stomach clenches and my thighs press together, involuntary and damning. There is absolutely no mistaking what it is that’s igniting within me.
I’m actually turned on by this sick freak.
I squeeze my eyes tighter shut. My breathing has gone ragged. I can feel the goosebumps racing up my arms, prickling under the worn cotton of my sweatshirt.
“It’s what you didn’t do that interests me, Ms. Pierce.” His breath is warm against my ear. “You didn’t tell a living soul.”
I feel sick—because he’s right. I didn’t. I almost told Weston at lunch, and then I decided it was nothing. I swallowed it down and moved on with my day. I didn’t call the cops, or text Rae, or mention it to Doug. I just... let it go.
“Even if that is true, so what?” I say.
“So that tells me something about you.”
“It tel
