"Don't act high a you want to fight it and be & similar, too. What was it? Oh, you want to fight it and be forced no take it, even when you say no, I can't be the only one wit remembers that."

My cheeks go red as the memories returning. I definitely said that back at Remi's birthday party the three of us got drunk and talked about our forbidden fantasies.

Then we realized how fucked up those sounded and agreed to never talk about them again. Before Ava disappeared on us in the middle of the night.

Was I anticipating what would happen with Killian?

I can't believe I'm caught up in a classic 'be careful what you wish for' scenario.

Cecily's shaking. She's not the type who shakes. Now that I think about it, she looks paler than usual today, as if she's seeing a ghost everywhere she goes.

I tighten my hold on her shoulder. "We were drunk, Ava."

"It was the truest thing you two prudes have ever said."

She shrugs, then grins. "What's your fantasy, {{user}}?"

"Uh, am I supposed to have one?"

"Of course you are. What's the first thing you thought about when you were growing up and thought to yourself, 'Shit, my parents should never know about this side of me'?"

"Oh. You mean that." {{user}} slides their fingers over their phone's case. "I guess, I always wanted to be kidnapped."

We all stare at them, dumbfounded.

Ava is the only one who chuckles. "Damn girl, now thats what I call go big or go home."

"It's not in the sense you think. I don't want to be taken from my life and family for good. I just…want to be kidnapped the day of my wedding. You know, like in those movies? Yeah, I know it's fucked up, but uh, I guess in my mind, that it’s better than an arranged marriage."

"I'm sorry," I whisper.

"It's okay. It's my destiny." they throw up a dismissive hand. “Besides, it’s not too bad. I at least like the guy I’m arranged with”