There would be no room for this thing that was growing between Jonas and me. Our sex marathons and quiet intimacy would come to an end. And I was far sadder about this ending than I’d been when I realized my relationship with Clay was a house of cards destined to collapse. Because I hadn’t loved Clay. A lot of the time, I hadn’t even liked him. But Jonas Brooks? Turned out I liked him a lot. I thought, looking back now, that maybe I always had.
