The first real transgression happened in his car after a concert. Mark was working a night shift. Priya was out of town. The rain was a curtain, sealing them off from the world.
The word landed like a spark in dry grass. She thought of the time she’d slipped a note into his coat pocket at a party, just his name in her handwriting. She thought of the dream she’d had last week, a dream that left her staring at the ceiling, guilt and heat tangled in her sheets. Naughty seduction sex with gravure geek sister-...
“Why?” Elena asked, though she knew. The first real transgression happened in his car