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Jaxson drops his phone onto the nightstand. His body goes rigid. He swings his legs off the side…

The elevator floor vibrates as it comes to a stop at the top level of the loft. The…

I stare down at the thick white envelope sitting on the crisp tablecloth. Victoria sits back in her…

My lips still burn from Jaxson’s mouth last night. By morning, the video of our kiss outside his…

Red and blue police lights strobe through the frosted glass of the garage door, casting long, erratic shadows…