Although we were not doing anything explicitly wrong, it still felt like we were meeting on a clandestine rendezvous. Instead of experiencing any kind of remorse whatsoever, I felt some sort of guilty pleasure, one which flooded me with restlessness. The illicit sort I usually experienced while indulging in some secret sin – say watching p**n.
Me, Arianna Baxter, the most fiercely loyal human being on earth had absolutely no qualms about going with Alex behind my best friend’s back. That was only to give an insight on how much he could corrupt me.
Elation filled me as I waited inside the parking lot waiting for Alex to join me for our illicit date. Okay! It was not an official date. But try telling that to my mushed brains and kaput heart. There was no chauffeur today, none of the usual
