“I knew that day before Easter break, when you ran out of school and he went all batshit in the courtyard, that something was going on between you. Hell, even before that, he was always watching you like a creeper.” “They were kissing,” Claire chimed in. “In his bedroom.” “Claire!” I hissed. “And in Dublin.” I narrowed my eyes. “Thanks for that.” “Well, you were.” She laughed. “Because he looooves you.” “Stop it.” I blushed bright red.
