I was leaning against the counter at Abby's place, arms crossed over my black tank, neon cargos hanging loose but ready for whatever the night threw at me. The goofy rave glasses sat perched on my head like some kind of crown. Then Kelcy walked in—and everything else just fucking disappeared. She looked like pure fire. Blonde waves still damp from the shower, skin shimmering under the kitchen lights like she'd rolled in g...