TayeSteele

"We're standing uncomfortably close and he makes no sign that he intends on moving from the position in which he has me pinned against the door, unable to flee. His eyes run down my face, my neck, over my cleavage, and he makes a sound of appreciation from his throat.  He dips down to kiss me and I open to him on contact. Bringing his hands up to either side of my jaw he cradles my face, giving me a far sweeter kiss than last time. Unhurried, less desperate, but somehow it holds more intensity than last time. When he moves to deepen the kiss I give no objection, tilting my head, and lifting my arms to throw them around his neck."

There's nothing quite like the freedom of college. For many young adults, it's their first experience with life on their own, but for Vale Clarke, it's about more than that. It's her one and only chance to carve a new path for herself away from her dysfunctional family. When she loses her scholarship she's faced with two options: come up with the dough, or kiss her future goodbye.

Inspiration strikes her when she meets Kaden West. A hot rock prodigy born with a silver spoon in his mouth and a sense of entitlement to match. How far is Vale willing to go to lock down the future she wants?

TW: Depictions of drug and alcohol use/absue, mentions of past trauma. May contain scenes of dubious consent.

Sex Sells

Instead of having Brandt take me back to my house, I just had him take me back to theirs after we dropped the rest of their bandmates at their respective houses in various neighborhoods, except Jenson whose car is parked at Kaden's house. By the time we made it back to Kaden's house, the chill in the air was enough to make me wish I had brought a sweater, but I hadn't planned to be taken hostage for hours when I got in my Lyft earlier. My bad.  


I went up to Kaden's room and flopped down onto his bed, feeling both guilty for my behavior and angry at him in equal measure. On one hand, I know I fucked up. I know I should just admit that it was dumb of me to go to The Nest by myself and that I had no business ironing out negotiations. But, my anger is what's stopping me from doing it. 


Sweater Weather