RIVER

I couldn’t help my mind from wandering onto Taylor’s body. Wet, glistening, and firm, even though I hadn't touched it. Not that I didn't want to, but I had to restrain myself from touching or else he would have looked at me like I had a few loose screws in my head.

“Get a grip, River Wilson,” I hushed, screaming at myself in the mirror. I seemed to be losing and slipping out of everything I knew. I knew that I was not really sure what I knew anymore.

I rushed a shower and got ...