“Am I your girl?” “No.” He shook his head. “You’re my everything.” Everything. The word was so final. Panic skated through me. Not because I didn’t feel the same way, but because I did. I wanted to be with him too, consequences be damned. But if Franco had managed to break me so thoroughly with something that was puppy love at the time…what kind of wreckage would Row leave in his wake?
