Chapter Thirteen-Ansley

Despite the obvious of someone breaking into my apartment and destroying my stuff, things were looking up. The barrier standing between Madden and I had finally collapsed.

And boy how I enjoyed the crumble.

He made me feel like a whole person. Everything about his touch made me soar. It'd been better than I ever imagined. It was a recipe for disaster if my dad or brother found out, but I was willing to take the heat if Madden would, too.

Madden let my study in Sammy's room, giving me some quiet time, that I desperately needed, but my mind was racing.

I couldn't stop thinking about his touch. About the way his callused hands felt on my body. I bit the end of my pen, and smiled to myself.

Professor Heckles emailed me about meting at the library to gather some printouts for class. Madden mentioned moving softball practice, but I wasn't sure our Coach would be down for that.

I couldn’t give it up. I had a full-ride for softball, and I needed that money to pay for school. The money I made