VeraMty

When my roommate told me, “Take me with you,” I knew that night was going to cost her more than her shyness. What I didn’t imagine was that he’d show up.

Every excuse to cross the room was a calculated provocation. Every touch, a promise of what we’d do when we were finally alone.

When the hot water wrapped around us and she entered the bath naked, I knew that business trip would be different from all the others.

I went up to the room with my heart in my throat and a red lace set beneath my dress. Diego was no longer just a voice on the phone.

Under his jacket, something was moving. I should have left. Instead, I slipped my hand in, and what happened next changed that summer forever.