“Wren?” No. It can’t be. It’s impossible. Please tell me this isn’t happening. Dread pools low in my gut and shoots ice water through my veins. “What?” she cries, startled. “How do you know my name?” I rip my mask off, and her face mimics mine when she realizes who I am. “Jack?!” Jesus. I just took my best friend’s little sister’s virginity. And I’m still inside her.
