“You shouldn’t go.” “I want to,” I lied. “And he asked me.” Dismissing him, I turned to my work. Jared came up behind me as I tried to look busy sorting my papers. “Has he been on your mind, Tate?” His breath fanned my hair. Placing both hands on either side of me, locking me in, he taunted me. “Do you want him? Or is it me you dream of?”
