this kind boy who was a victim like me.
Conway kissed me gently. He tasted like lemonade, the flavor entering my taste buds and shooting to my brain. I'd eavesdropped on older girls at school when they giggled about their boyfriends. The main complaint was too much tongue.
He was pure finesse, never daring to use anything but his soft lips on mine. Not even a hint of his teeth rubbed across my mouth. Were all first kisses this magical? Or was it enhanced by the spice of danger... the erotic nature of the book we'd shared?
It was over too fast. He leaned away, his breath quick and shallow. “Was it alright?”
Touching my own lips, I shivered. “I used to hate watching people make out in the park. Now I understand why they couldn't control themselves.”
With my nights full of Conway, my captivity became bearable. I'd now done six months, so surely I could do seven. Or eight...even a year. I could manage it all as long as I believed my freedom was on the horizon- as long as I had my unlikely hero at my side.
On day 187, I met Lonnie.