The box had been sitting in the middle of the living room for three days, like a dare neither of them wanted to accept anymore. “It’s just a bookshelf,” Lila said, arms folded, though the line of her body suggested more restlessness than confidence as she stared at the diagram. “It’s not just a bookshelf,” Maren said from the floor, brushing blonde hair back from her face, only for it to fall loose again. “It’s… a mistake.” The diagram, thin black lines and no words, suggeste

I leaned back against the sofa as Devon scrolled through Netflix. I knew my movie suggestions didn’t stand a chance, not when his best friend, Alex, was here. Alex felt like a third roommate at this point, because the guy was always at our house. “You cool with this one, Rachel?” Devon asked, finally settling on some action movie I’d never heard of. “Sure.” My voice was flat. “Looks...riveting.” Explosions and car chases were not my idea of a good time. I only made it twenty

I put a small vibrator in my purse because I wanted to be prepared if Marisa wanted to take things to another level.