“About what?” I fold my arms and lean back against the wall. “About… Rose,” he begins. “I know what you do in there is your business, but she–” He stops talking, his eyes widen, and I turn to see why. It’s Rose, walking down the hallway, wearing a dress–an actual dress, not the little pink nightie
*Rose*The next day, Shelby wants to take me shopping. She says it will take my mind off of everything, but I’m not sure that’s true.After Tristan said, “Well, I guess I’ll see you later,” and leaped out of my bed, I’d lain there for several minutes, trying to figure out what to do. My body hurt, a
She doesn’t let me walk away, though. She comes around the rack, two of her friends in tow. “By the way,” she begins as Shelby and Kelly step toward me, alarmed looks on their faces. “I’m super pissed that you talked to Mark about me!”I turn and look at her. “I didn’t–”“Save it!” she shouts. “He c
*Mark* I pace around my room and continue to curse loudly at the walls. I think back to when I went to confront Emily about the lies she had spun about me to Rose. It's impossible not to recognize the way Emily looks at me—like I'm a slab of juicy meat she can't wait to sink her teeth into. She st
I feel bile rising in my chest like a volcano. He knew that whatever had been said wasn’t true. “I didn't have any embarrassing moments regarding my night with Rose. Actually, I don’t recall giving any details at all. You know as much as I do that Emily made up that lie for her own amusement,” I sa
*Reece* I hold the stray hand that's crawling down my bicep and turn. "Do you just go around touching men, Emily?" It's a firm warning I'm giving off since I'm not trying to play coy about what is happening here. And neither is she, apparently. She leans away, her eyes bearing the singed pride of
I take a sip from my glass. So that is what they were talking about when I spotted them with the king earlier. “Aren’t you jealous about the prospect of sharing Rose?” I ask him. Eli inclines his head to the side and seems to smile. “No. I know once I get my turn with her, the rest of you are hist
I draw her close and inhale her scent. She smells like a fruity garden, and it’s dizzying in a way that makes me want to sweep her into my arms and carry her somewhere where it can just be the two of us. “Are you okay?” I whisper into her ear as we sway to the rhythm. I can hear her gulp. “Yeah,”