Ava

My toes strained against the floor as I stretched upward, my arms tightening around Caspian's neck. I could practically taste the acrid remnants of cigarettes on his tongue, an unpleasant flavor that somehow only made me kiss him more fervently. It was disgusting, yet utterly intoxicating.

I blame my testosterone for times like this. Ever since I turned twenty-two, I noticed that alcoholic substances increase my sexual drive to a hundred. Should I call it a hundred? I would say millions in a higher sense or even infinity! Yes, it doesn't happen, and I still have no idea why I'm different. Nobody seems to know this except for Caspian,...