I drag Shaye up the stairs and back to her cell. Her three cellmates glare at me. One gives me a two-finger fuckoff salute, another smirks like she knows exactly what I did.

Her skin is like porcelain, so pale it's almost translucent. Her eyes are huge and dark and full of secrets. Her mouth is always slightly open, begging for kisses. Her body is slim and curved in all the right places. She drives me crazy.

I can't let myself go there again. I can't let myself fall into the trap of wanting something I can't have. But it's so hard. Especially when she's right there in front of...