The next night came like a fever I couldn’t break.

I told myself I wouldn’t go. I even sat on my bed for twenty minutes, thighs pressed together, trying to pray. But my body had already surrendered. I changed into my shortest cotton shorts — the ones that barely covered my ass — and a thin white t-shirt with no bra. My nipples were already stiff, begging for attention. My pussy was shamefully wet before I even reached his door.