All Chapters of the world: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The walk back towards my apartment is unbearably cold, but the promise of what is to come keeps me warm deep inside.  There's j ust something so burning hot about sin, even when it's as innocent and mild as the naughty things swirling around in my head.  I'm a good girl, I really am, but even good girls do something had every once in a while. After all, wasn't it Alexander Pope who said 'To err is human?'.  I giggle to myself as my frozen fingertips painfully unlock my apartment door, and I hurry inside.  I shed my extra layers and quickly pull my laptop back from my bag before discarding the rest of my belongings on to the floor. I shake off my snow-covered shoes on my way to my sofa and sit with a soft thud on the comfy pillow top that's shamelessly covered in Cheeto dust and candy wrappers.  Heaving my laptop onto my lap, I kick my feet up on my coffee

Thick smoke fills my lungs as we walk into a little downtown dive bar not too far from campus. The air is thick with mostly fruity scents because everyone has decided vaping is much cooler than cigarettes. I fallow Fiona to a little corner booth where we shed our coats and purses. I may he a little paranoid, but it's almost like I can already feel dozens of little eyes watching out every move.  "Let's get some drinks," Fiona suggests as she digs her wallet out. I walk with her up to the bar and watch as she shamelessly flirts with the bartender. "I'll take a vodka cranberry, and my girl here will take a sex on the beach." The moderately handsome barkeep can't keep his eyes off of Fiona's eye-grabbing cleavage not that it's his fault. They didn't call her "booby trap" in high school for nothing.  I internally scold her lackadaisical actions, but in the end, it works in our favor.  "First rounds on me,1adies

"Calm down, Sophia, it's just a dance," He whisperers against my ear, and I feel my hand on his shirt spring shut, grabbing a handful of the white fabric. My other hand slowly comes up and grasps his waist just above his belt. If he didn't have such a tight hold on me I'd crumble to the floor.  I try to take deep breaths to calm my sporadic heart rate, but it's no use.  I've waited so long to feel his hard body against mine, and now that it's happening I'm in sensory overload. I'm drowning in his presence, but oh please don't let anyone rescue me.  Just a few seconds later I feel our hips swaying in perfect unison to the melodic beat that fills the drafty bar air. Thomas pulls me back slightly to peer down at me, our eyes instantly locking. His are pleading for something that I can't quite understand, but I stare back relentlessly, trying to read them.  Our gaze only stops when he

I walked into classroom 219 with my head down and a sense of utter dread rushing through my veins. A week ago I was looking forward to this moment more than anything and now I‘d rather stick my head in mud than be here right now.  I'm early.  I'm always early. That's just my personality but today I hate myself for it more than usual because occupying this room right now is only Dr.crane, some chubby boy Whose asleep on his desk, and myself.  I can feel the side of my head about to catch fire and I'm forced to look up at Thomas whose stare is threatening to burn a hole through my skull.  Our eyes lock and I feel a cold sweat sweep over me. He won't say it out loud but The look on his face is pleading for me to walk over.  I straighten up and sigh. Let's get this over with.  I walk up to Thomas's desk and fidget uncomfortably

*Mature Chapter*  I settle into my couch and turn on the tv. My damp hair trickles little droplets of water onto my cozy sweater, leaving discolored marks all over my shoulders.  After my shower, I didn't bother with pants, a beautiful perk of living on my own.  I got home from the library around an hour ago and now all I want to do is relax and watch my shows.  I bring my mug of tea up to my lips and sigh happily as the warm fluid heats me from the inside. The clock tells me it's 9:00 pm and I decide it's a good time to see if Thomas wants to talk.  I pull my computer onto my bare legs and sign on to bookish-escapes.com. I notice Thomas is already online and a message from him pops up almost immediately.  IchabodTom  Hello, Darling.  There's something so mature about the way he