TAKE ME.

ELENA

I look down at the skimpy, black dress I’m wearing and wonder for the millionth time what in the everliving fuck I’m doing. In all my nineteen years of living, I’ve never done anything this bold or out of character or completely and utterly insane.

Maybe that’s the problem, though.

Maybe that’s why my life has become as boring as a housebound eighty-year-old’s, and that’s most definitely why I’m still walking around with my hymen fully intact—my pussy more untouchable than the damn Mona Lisa.

With that image firmly in place and freely mixing with other horrific glimpses of my knees actually becoming permanently locked together, I...