My Wicked Virgin

Sunny

My friends all say holding onto my virginity is an old fashioned and outdated misogynistic concept, but when your mother is a drug-addicted prostitute you tend to view sex a little differently. Not that they know that. I’m an expert at pretending to be normal, living my life like someone who doesn’t have a care in the world. But it’s all a lie. Everything is crumbling around me, but I’ve always relied only on myself and I don’t know how to ask for help. Not even from my best friend, the man I'm secretly in love with and have been saving myself for.

Hawk

I’ve waited patiently for Sunny to admit her feelings for me for years. Waited for her to finish college, waited for her to trust me, waited for her to love me as much as I love her. I understood her issues, and had some angry personal demons of my own to slay, but I’m done waiting. Though she denies it, I know something is going on with my girl, something that has her terrified. I’m going to claim my sunshine and nothing on heaven or earth is going to stop me. Not even death itself.