

Alyssa Branch—some know her as Mindy Belle—moves like someone who learned pleasure before she ever learned restraint. Long straight hair the color of late-day sun. Brown eyes that stay steady even when the rest of her is shaking. She turned twenty-one in February, the last day anyone could still call her barely legal. That label never fit anyway. She has the appetite of someone twice her age and none of the hesitation. When the clothes come off, there is nothing left to prove, only a body that knows exactly what it wants and how fast it wants it.

Alyssa Branch—some know her as Mindy Belle—moves like someone who learned pleasure before she ever learned restraint. Long straight hair the color of late-day sun. Brown eyes that stay steady even when the rest of her is shaking. She turned twenty-one in February, the last day anyone could still call her barely legal. That label never fit anyway. She has the appetite of someone twice her age and none of the hesitation. When the clothes come off, there is nothing left to prove, only a body that knows exactly what it wants and how fast it wants it.