The heat felt so alive....not just in the air, but in me, curling under my skin like it had teeth. It pressed down until my tank top clung damp to my chest, until the sheets knotted around my legs and made me want to claw my way out of them. Sleep wasn’t an option at least not tonight.

Tonight was different.

I’d been here in Lily’s room a hundred times, sprawled across the same bed, surrounded by posters curling at the edges and the soft, faded ghosts of teenage sleepovers. But Lily was gone for the weekend, and her brother was home.

Mason.

Just thinking of him made me press...