I didn’t mean to eavesdrop. But when I heard my name—spoken in a hushed, patronizing…
What the hell do you think you’re doing in my bed? Edward Hawthorne’s voice shattered…
At first, it might seem subtle—a deeper kiss, a bolder movement, a lingering moment that…
Michael zipped up his suitcase, humming. I leaned against the bedroom doorway, smiling—but it didn’t…
Joyce Reyes had mastered the art of disappearing. At seventeen, her life felt like a…