ESTHER

I was losing myself.

By the fourth day in the loft, I barely recognized the girl staring back at me in the bathroom mirror. My lips were swollen from constant kissing. Faint marks decorated my neck and inner thighs. My body ached in the most delicious way, but it was my heart that scared me the most. It beat differently now. Faster whenever one of them looked at me. Softer when they touched me like I was something breakable and precious.

I stepped out of the bathroom wearing nothing but one of Asher’s oversized shirts. The three of them were waiting in the living room like predators trying to...