Just Give Me One Bad Night

She was everything society had told her woman shouldn't be; brutal and violet and heartless and unapologetically gay. She had a penchant for seducing jocks and sleeping with their girlfriends, often leaving in the dead of night without so much as a goodbye or a kiss on the lips, simply the memories of the night they'd shared together and the knowledge that their boyfriend would never compare to the hurricane that is Arden Verity.

Draped in a black leather jacket, wearing bold, dark red lipstick and leaning against a motorbike to match, she was untouchable and unchained. This all changed during a house party when Arden stumbles upon some asshole cornering this poor girl, calling her a prude and telling her to relax as he roamed his hands down her side before slipping them under the dress she wore.

Arden hadn't come to the party intending to knock someone out but she was always eager to bloody her lips and bruise her fists. She hadn't intended on falling in love either, but the best things are often those that are unplanned, spontaneous and wild.