“Forever I’ve wanted you, and now I feel . . .” She looked up, her eyes glistening. “What?” I bit out. “Dirty,” she finally answered. “I felt like your friend tonight. You saw me, you liked me, you respected me . . . And now I feel like a simple, stupid girl—a dirty secret that needs to sit quiet in a corner and wait for your word to speak or move. I don’t feel like your equal anymore.”
