15
Dasia
I stared at myself in the mirror as the rush of water flushed the toilet behind me.
I’m eighteen now. Free, I told myself, trying to calm the mad swarm of butterflies in my stomach.
I hadn’t really expected Adrian to bring me to a hotel, but I’d definitely hoped for something along those lines. His low tone sounded out in the room as I inhaled a steadying breath while ripping the tiny bar of soap open.
Warm water rushed from the spigot as I washed my hands slowly, taking time to fight off my nervousness.
I’d made a s**t ton of bad decisions in the past couple of months that landed me in trouble, but something inside me knew Adrian—Devil—wasn’t a bad choice. He’d kept his d**k in his pants while wanting to get into mine, waited for me to be of legal age. A horny asshole would
