“And then what?” my sister asks. I kissed him a few weeks before everything in his life went to shit. My shoulders drop. “His dad died.” “Oh.” “Yup.” “Makes sense. I assumed the sex was bad or something—” I choke on a laugh, and Lily gasps. “Ahh! It was good?” I can feel the heat blooming across my cheeks. “Great?” she squeaks. “I refuse to talk about this with you.” Mainly because there is nothing to talk about. Julian made sure of that during a five-minute call that destroyed any hope of us having a future together. You’re a distraction I don’t need, he told me over the phone after I offered
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