Hannah
My mind that night was consumed by thoughts of Noah. I tossed and turned all night, unable to find sleep.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his face, felt his hands on my body. Every time I flipped to one side or another, I imagined what it would be like to see him sleeping next to me, to feel his hands tug me closer against his body.
And no matter how hard I tried to push it away, no matter how much I tried to pretend that it hadn’t happened, that memory of our night together played on repeat in my head, mingling with the events of the summer hunt.
A release, he had said, pinning my wrists against the wall. For both of us.
When he had pulled his fingers out from between my thighs, they had been slick and shiny. I saw those fingers in my mind on repeat, flashi
