“Let’s go,” I repeated my earlier words to Eve and grabbed her hand, shouldering my bag and hurrying away. Eve mumbled some apology to Cayden and snatched the gift he’d given me off the table as we went. I didn’t stop or let go of her hand until we were several halls away from the cafeteria. “What the hell was going on in there? If something happened with him, you’d tell me, right?” “Of course.” I felt guilty as soon as I said it. How could I tell Eve what’d happened between us without confessing the depraved little dreams I’d journaled about?
