Hunger

The day I went with my soon-to-be stepmother to pick up her son from rehab was the day my entire life changed. Luke wasn’t an alcoholic. He wasn’t a junkie. He was a former sex addict. He might have broken his addiction in rehab, but he looked at me like he was on death row and I was his personal choice of a last meal. I wanted him badly. Badly enough to set up a devious plan to reawaken his hunger. The plan worked, but not without consequences.