Chapter 1
Ella’s POV
“Oh f**k, Jake, you really had to pick tonight of all nights to get shitfaced,” I muttered under my breath as I pushed open the door to his room, the faint creak of the hinges sounding way too loud in the quiet house.
The party downstairs had finally died down, but Jake was sprawled out on his bed like a dead man, still fully clothed in his jeans and that stupid band tee, mouth hanging open with a little drool on the pillow. His chest rose and fell in heavy, drunken snores.
I stood there in the doorway for a second, my short black skirt riding up my thighs from the way I had been dancing earlier, my tank top clinging to my skin from the heat of the crowded living room.
My p***y was already aching from all the teasing touches and grinding against him on the dance
