Fifty-One:
Piper Powell
I was sore.
All over.
In the best way possible.
If Ransom had his way, we would have stayed in the Bomtastic room having s*x with each other until our bodies eventually congealed into one person. Leaving the two of us in nothing but a puddle on the ground which is what we did every time we touched one another. We were wrapped around each other, naked, on the floor. “You feel good,” I said, “warm.” He laughed, and kissed my forehead.
“I’m always warm. I’m basically a fireball.”
“I like it,” I said.
I wanted him to know that I loved him for who he was, and what he was. He was so at odds with his EVO side.
Ransom smiled down at me. “I’m glad that you like it.”
There was a pause, as I stared up at him. Someone knoc
