Glitch (Next Level, #1)

by Briana Michaels

This is why my sister started calling me Glitch when I was a kid. If I’m not in control, my wires cross and brain fritzes. I lose all chill. Get stupid really fucking fast. Damn Trey for this.

“You’re trying to take care of me.” Did she need someone to take care of her? I volunteer. Did she want someone to make sure all her needs were met? I. Vol. Un. Teer.