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I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror and hardly recognized myself.
If my parents’ relationship was a representation of love, then I wanted no part of it. I would rather be alone.
Before Shannon, I never had any problem concentrating. Before her, I had never been uncertain about a thing. I knew exactly who I was, where I had come from, and where I was going. And now? Now I was a mess.
I exhaled a heavy sigh. “I like her.” “Okaaay,” he drawled. “Tell me what the problem is.”
I carefully scrolled through his playlists and almost had a heart attack when my eyes landed on the one named Songs for Shannon.
I just wanted her. For keeps.
I think I’m in love with you. I think I’m falling. Please don’t hurt me. Please don’t ever hurt me.
“Hi, Johnny.” “Boom, boom, fucking boom, Da,” I groaned, slapping a hand against my chest. “I’m done for.”
“I think I need you for keeps,” he slurred. “I think I need you for keeps, too,” I confessed.