Chapter 1: Introduction
As an obedient child of conservative Korean immigrants, Erica's life was laid out like a sheet of grid paper—intersection upon intersection of shoulds, shouldn'ts, and musts. A map dotted with boxes neatly checked and unchecked whizzed in her head: Honor student. Church volunteer. And yet, there were those moments when these intersections gave way to the chaotic unknown—then she could breathe. Feel. Want.
Guilty pleasures and feverish thoughts tangled in Erica's mind as she slipped into her dorm room, grateful for the blessed solitude. With a relieved sigh, she closed the door behind her, leaning against it for a breathless moment. Too-large Prada loafers dangled from her fingertips—a gift from her traditional mother who believed a successful corporate America career was the only fate worth pursuing.
Her phone blinked with a slew of unread messages from fellow church group members, no doubt coordinating tonight's fellowship.
She silenced it with a bruising press, making a mental note to cook up a plausible excuse later.
But, not now.
The very antithesis of what her parents visualized. A walking cliché when she considered the societal boundaries. The college bad boy. They'd met in her Political Science class—a lecture hall crammed with two hundred students, but their occupying eyes had made the vastness shrink.
It began impulsively, an out-of-body release. Quick, heavy breaths in a union of bodies—their first time savage and animalistic behind the locked doors of his beaten-up '89 Corolla.
The oft-erased backseat now a carnal shrine to their forbidden desires. Coarse, repeated whispers from thick, swollen lips.
"God, you're tight." The reverberation of his husky tone slithered salaciously close to her ear, and she couldn't help the involuntary shudder of desire that zipped through her veins, dark and thick like liquid sin.
Cool, plastic seeped into her thighs at every thrust of his hungry hips.