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

I'm painfully aware of the awkward tension in the room as we all sit around the table in Kaden's dine-in kitchen. He has a more formal dining room as well, but I'm glad they opted to use this space instead. I can only imagine how awkward it would be if we were sitting in his formal dining room like some ill-fated dinner party.

The one saving grace of all of this is that his dad's Spaghetti Bolognese really could be famous. It's amazing. His dad certainly isn't shy about it either. He's explained in painstaking detail exactly how it was made, going over the ingredients and mansplaining to both Naomi and myself about their flavor profiles and what they add to the dish. He's pretentious as fuck and I can understand immediately why Kaden finds him so offputting.

"So, Vale," Max drawls, "I understand that you're also in the music program at Brentwood. Is that your major?"

All the Good Girls Go to Hell