The Touch-Starved Girl and the Boy Who Chose Her

I have skin hunger syndrome.

On my first day at a new school, I tackled the school’s resident troublemaker and ran my hands all over him.

But officially, I was the school heartthrob’s obsessed admirer—the girl who had transferred schools just for him.

By that afternoon, the gossip that I was dating two guys at once had spread across the entire school.

This time, I was prepared. I dragged a suitcase full of cash in front of the school bully and asked,

“Mason Reed, let me touch you, and all this money is yours.”

The moment I reached the school gates, my body began trembling uncontrollably.