I want to say hell no, I don’t. In fact, my lips part to say the words. But they don’t come. Because the truth is that I’ve wanted Taylor since the eighth grade. Even after everything. There’s something twisted about the way I yearned for his attention, even if the attention I got was all bruises and closed fists. How I avoided him, knowing he’d seek me out because I wanted the fucking chase. I just got good at lying to myself about it.
Oh god Huck!!
