ELLIANA'S POV"He should have been home by now," she murmured, her voice tight with tension. "I've left him three messages, and he still won't pick up."Tom emerged from his room, a concerned expression on his face. "Maybe he's just trying to work through things on his own," he suggested, though his voice was uncertain.Night fell, and still there was no sign of Jeffery. My mother, Tom, and I huddled together in the living room, a sense of impending doom hanging in the air."He's never done this before," my mother worried, her eyes wide with fear. "He always checks in, always tells me where he's going. This isn't like him."As the clock ticked past midnight, Tom reached for his phone, his fingers trembling as he dialed a number. "I'm calling the police," he said, his voice low and determined. "Something's not right.Just as Tom's finger hovered over the call button, his phone vibrated in his hand. The screen lit up, displaying an incoming call from an unknown number.He answered, and

ELLIANA'S POVAs my words hung in the air, Tom's heart pounded against his ribs, his breath quickening. He could feel my desire radiating from my body, and it set his own blood on fire.Gently, he pushed me back onto the couch, his hands roaming over her body as he covered me with kisses. I arched her back, moaning softly as his lips trailed down the sensitive skin of my neck, his tongue flicking against the hollow at the base."You're so beautiful," he whispered, his voice rough with desire.My breath catches in my throat as Tom pushes me back onto the couch, his hands roaming over my body with a possessive heat. My skin tingles as he covers me with kisses, his lips burning a path down my neck."You're so beautiful," he murmurs, his voice a low, seductive rumble. The air around us is thick with desire, the tension building between us like a wave cresting on the shore.I arch my back, my fingers tangling in his hair as I press myself against him. "Take me," I whisper, my voice a despe

ELLIANA'S POVI stiffen, my hands trembling slightly as I grip the book in front of me. Kora glances at me, her expression concerned."What's wrong?" she whispers, her voice barely audible.I shake my head, my lips pressed into a thin line. "They're talking about us," I whisper, my voice choking with fear. "They think we're weird."Kora's eyes flash with anger, her hand reaching for mine. "Ignore them," she says, her voice firm. "They're just jealous."I nod, my heart still racing, as Kora and I move to a new table, farther away from Stacy and her gossipy friends. The conversation from the other table fades into the background, the library's hushed silence enveloping us once again."Better?" Kora asks, a teasing smile on her lips as she tries to lighten the mood.I let out a small sigh of relief, my body relaxing slightly. "Thanks," I whisper, my voice filled with gratitude. "I was starting to think I was going to have a panic attack."We turn our attention back to our books, the fami

ELLIANA'S POV One couple in particular catches my eye, their hands gently brushing against each other, their lips dangerously close. They dance with a sensuous grace, a shared intimacy that is both alluring and dangerous. My heart beats faster as I watch, my gaze riveted on the scene unfolding before me. The world of lesbians is new to me, a hidden world that I've only ever glimpsed in movies and stories. It's as if a door has been opened, a door to a world that I never knew existed. My heart pounds in my chest, my senses alive with the promise of something exciting and forbidden. I tear my gaze away from the couple, turning to Kora with a questioning look on my face. "Kora," I say, my voice low and filled with fascination. As the night wears on, Kora and I slip effortlessly into conversations with the other girls, our laughter and banter a perfect blend of intimacy and flirtation. Phone numbers are exchanged, hands are touched, and the promise of future encounters lingers i