Diane's scolding only deepened Cassandra's sense of grievance.
The last time her mother had sat her down for a long talk, drugging Julian had come up.
Cassandra had refused.
Partly because she still believed in herself believed Julian would eventually be unable to resist her.
Back in high school, dating him, he'd never touched her.
He'd said they were too young, that he wanted to protect what they had.
Now, years later, he still hadn't touched her.
She'd tried everything subtle, obvious, every signal she could send. She'd even moved into his place for a stretch. He'd still refused to share a room with her.
Climbing into his bed herself felt like crossing a line she couldn't take back, too desperate, too cheap.
Which meant, after all this time, there'd never once been anything phys
