I never understood how people could be addicted to drugs. I’ve never even sampled them. My dad would have lost it, you know, him being the sheriff and all that. But at this moment, I’m an addict who can’t get enough. All the hurt in my mind, all the frustration and anger subside. Every thought in my head is exploding into a dark craving. I’m addicted to the way Ace makes me feel. Of course, don’t get me wrong, I’ve kissed a handful of guys before, but no one has ever made me feel like this. Not even close. I wonder if it’s because we’re surrounded by the stillness of everything around us, the
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