The Risk: Mindf*ck Series

“That excites you?” I muse, remembering she said this stuff makes her stomach churn.

“You called me your girl,” she says quietly.

Because Lana Myers has been in my head since the day I met her, and it’d be nice if someone noticed I was missing.

She starts laughing harder this time, and I listen, soaking it in. I don’t know why it feels like I’ve accomplished something by making her laugh. Then again, something tells me she probably doesn’t do it too often.