"It's kind of ironic, you know? My life has always revolved around being on ice. It only makes sense that I met the girl I love after she slipped on the only patch in the parking lot."
"Welcome to St. Mary's school for the troubled child" Billie whispers, her hands on my waist, her lips by my ear. I shudder, trying not to fall into her trap. She brings a hand to my top button, undoing it "You've gotta be in here for something. We're all sinners" she moves down, undoing half of my shirt. I whimper, m...