AVA

I've wanted to fuck my best friend's dad since the summer I turned seventeen.

There it is, out in the open. No sugarcoating, no excuses. Judge me, hate me, whatever—I'm past caring. I'm nineteen now, back in town for winter break, and every time Ethan Hayes walks by in those grease-stained jeans or flashes that half-smile that crinkles the corners of his eyes, my thighs clench so hard I have to bite my lip to keep from moaning. I've spent years touching myself in the dark, legs spread, fingers circling my clit while I picture his rough hands pinning me down, his gravel voice growling my name as he...