AUTHOR's P O V

‘‘Claire, where are you going?’’ Brylee asked as soon as she entered Claire’s house. They were the best of friends and have been inseparable since elementary days, and as a result, Brylee had spent a lot of time at her house, either with or without permission.

Her gaze traveled all over Claire's body as she moved through the living room. Claire was wearing a dodger blue dress with off-the-shoulder straps and a length that stopped at her mid-thighs, ...