Lance’s doorbell rang at eight that night. He wasn’t expecting anyone in particular, especially over the summer when most of the Lakemont students were home for three months. There was one person it could be.
He opened the door to Anabelle, his best friend since elementary school. She was a complete sweetheart and like a little sister to him. “Hey Ana, c’mon in. I’m surprised to see you.” He hugged her because, one, she was like family, and two, because her body felt so damn good next to his.
“I hope I’m not bugging you. I was just so bored.”
Ana lived in one of the student apartment buildings on campus, which was likely looking like a ghost town now.
Lance lived in an apartment off campus. His job as a teacher assistant and research assistant for the psychology department meant workin
