He doesn’t play by the rules, he wouldn’t care about your father’s threats. He would take what he wanted and never even give you a choice. I shivered, the thoughts curling through the edges of my mind like wisps of smoke, too unformed to grab on to. Regardless, just the memory of the dream had my body responding. It was official. I was playing a dangerous game, building up an endless supply of raging teenage hormones without any kind of outlet. One day, it might just boil over and I’d become the girl who went insane from unsatisfied lust.
