All the things that I love.
All the things that I crave all year round.
I have a feeling that I taste like all the things he craves too. Because he’s sucking on my tongue as well. In fact, he’s going harder at it, at me, at my mouth. Thrusting his tongue inside, going deep, reaching the back of my mouth.
And when I moan because I don’t think anyone has ever been so deep inside of me, it drives him wild.
It makes him groan and growl and I think that I have never heard a sound like that before.
Such a needy sound.
I want more of that. I want to hear that sound forever.
But a second later, it gets drowned out by another sound.
A big one.
A bang. Loud enough to break us apart. To have reality zap in.
And the moment we break apart, I feel such a chill, such a cold stark fear that I shake with it.
But that’s nothing compared to how much I tremble and shake when I swing my eyes to the left and find the source of that loud noise. It was the door to my bedroom opening, crashing against the wall. And it was him who did it. Who opened the door.
My boyfriend.
Who at this very second stands on the threshold, watching me.
In his best friend’s arms.
CHAPTERSEVEN
Present. St. Mary's School for Troubled Teenagers
I’m a criminal.
A troublemaker. A delinquent, a lawbreaker, a culprit, an offender.
Or at least people think I am.
I don’t blame them.
I mean, I do wear a mustard-colored skirt, white knee-high socks and black Mary Janes: the uniform of St. Mary’s School for Troubled Teenagers. An all-girls reform school located in the middle of the woods in the town of St. Mary’s.
And as the name suggests, only criminals go there.
Criminals who have done bad things. Who have broken laws, caused mayhem, wreaked havoc.
Criminals like me.
So this should be easy for me. What I’m doing tonight.
This being stalking.
Well technically, it’s not stalking.
It’s not like I’m going to hide in the bushes and crouch under the window while I spy using my binoculars. I don’t even have binoculars. And there’s no crouching and spying involved. Theremaybe some hiding involved though, I can’t be sure.
“Echo?”