I wake up Saturday morning with puffy eyes and a heavy heart. Colin kissing me was more than I expected. All the sexual build-up I’d been feeling came flooding out of me the second our tongues tangled together, and the bone-deep need to let him take it further was hard to control. When he went to remove my shirt, I almost let him. I’ve never wanted anything more. But it was wrong, and fear had me pulling away. At first, I told myself it was because I didn’t trust him. He left me, after all. And yes, logically, I know he was barely eighteen when he left, still a kid himself. But I was too, and
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