Medora.
I never thought I’d fall head over heels for a boy again, but with Clyde, it’s different. I crave him. I want him around. His love is as gentle as his touch, yet it stirs something wild in me. He makes me want to believe in love, in forever—even marriage.
He’s nineteen!
You don’t have to remind me, Subconscious. I rolled my eyes and shoved a handful of popcorn into my mouth just as Clyde’s warm hand slipped onto my thigh. His touch was soft yet possessive, sending a shiver through me.
The movie was three hours long, but my mind wasn’t focused on the plot. Some of the explicit scenes made me wish we were doing more than just watching. I glanced at him, wondering if he was thinking the same thing.
Bowling was next. Within minutes, I discovered that Clyde had magic hands—not just
