Chapter 4: The Storm in the Bedroom

Chapter 4: The Storm in the Bedroom

The walk home was a dreamlike fugue. The ten blocks stretched into an eternity, each step a conscious decision to move forward, away from the life Chloe knew and deeper into the intoxicating territory Sandra was carving out for her. The aftermath of the kiss clung to them, a palpable heat in the cool night air. Chloe’s lips still tingled, branded by the taste of bourbon and Sandra’s claiming mouth. Her mind, usually a neatly organized space of to-do lists and gentle anxieties, was a chaotic storm of sensation and shame. *Seventeen. She’s wanted me since we