I didn’t know what I was thinking, agreeing to meet him in the first place. Somehow, I’d gotten the impression he was serious about me. Like I wouldn’t just be another notch on his belt, discarded the next day, leaving me to grapple with the biggest sexual crisis of my life. Charlotte was right—he was too damn charming. I got swept away, believing he meant everything he said. I thought the way he looked at me meant something. I was such a naive idiot.
