Renna Rose Lancaster is the girl people stare at like she belongs in a glass case, a life airbrushed into unattainable perfection.
But Renna knows her life is nothing but a golden prison coated in pretty lies that keep her muted and small.
Her day...
I want your hands spreading my thoughts, lingering over the curves of my passions, gripping my hopes, stroking my opinions, and cupping my desires.
I want your soul breathing heavily against my collarbones. I want your thoughts nibbling on my ears, your hopes naked on my skin, your opinions hard under my hands, and your desires... I want your desires letting out soft little moans
against my soul.
I want you."
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I wedged my nails under the wooden block with Cameron leaning in so close to my ear I could feel his breath trying to sabotage my entire bloodline.
"Renna, for the love of—just angle it, you're gonna send the whole thing flying."
"I know how to angle it, Cammy," I muttered, leaning closer to the tower, eyes narrowed. "If you shut up for two seconds, maybe I'd actually manage."
George snorted so loud the tower actually trembled. "This is the most tense Jenga game I've seen in my entire fucking life."
I didn't look at him because one flicker of eye contact and the block would leap out of my hand in protest.
My fingers inched the block lightly, willing it to move, willing gravity to respect me for once. The block in the middle row wobbled like it already resented me and Cameron made a dramatic gasp.
I elbowed him, lightly. "If you do that again, I'm disqualifying you."
"You can't disqualify me from my own fucking game."
"I can if you're being annoying."
"You breathe annoyingly," he shot back.
George choked on his fizzy drink. "Christ, Cameron, give her space. You're hovering like a Victorian nanny."
Cameron threw him a glare. "Pipe down, Georgie boy, you lost two rounds ago. You don't get opinions."
I pressed my lips together, fighting the urge to smack both of them with the Jenga tower itself.
Focus, Renna.
I am focusing. But he keeps opening his mouth and now I'm thinking about shoving the whole tower at his face.
