City pulses outside our two-room apartment in Southern France. Sun-baked streets hum with scooters, distant waves crash. Inside, I’m Sandy, engineer by day. Mask cracks tonight. Johan sips beer. I drop the bomb. My cousin Manon, 18, virgin facade crumbling.…
City pulses below. Horns blare. Students swarm campus streets. Hot sun beats down. First week of uni. I’m Isabelle. 18. Fresh. Innocent. Eyes wide. François spots me. Third-year predator. Black hair. Piercing black eyes. Offers library help. Homework aid. Trap…
City lights flicker through the bedroom window. Heart races like a getaway chase. Parents downstairs, oblivious. I’m the good girl next door. Childhood buddy since kindergarten. But tonight, mask cracks. 18 now. Studies loom. Virgin. Tired of solo fingers. Need…