As I pull Zed’s T-shirt over my head, there’s a knock at the door. “Hang on, Landon, I need one second,” I call and pull the shirt down to cover my stomach. But when I open the door, it’s not Landon. It’s Hardin, and his cheeks are stained with tears and his eyes are bloodshot. “Hardin?” His hand cups my neck, and he pulls me to him. His mouth moves against mine before I can resist.
I'm going to kill myself
