CHAPTER SIX
Bekah only slept a few hours that night. She was woken up more than once feeling her body throbbing, her skin slick with sweat. Her dreams were all erotic encounters with Elliot, damn him.
She finally gave in and got up around five AM. Waiting for her coffee to brew, she wondered if she’d also dreamt last night. Had she really told Elliot Parker that she wanted a summer fling? And that he wanted one with her? It was unbelievable.
In high school, Elliot had been the golden boy: handsome, charming, and popular. He’d been the quintessential stereotype of the football player that would never notice someone like Bekah. What made him even worse was that he’d never been a bully. He was one of those teenagers who managed to make friends in almost every clique.
Bekah had been an emo
