Magnolia Parks: The Long Way Home (Magnolia Parks Universe, #3)

by Jessa Hastings

I know she knows my mouth better than anyone else ever has or ever will and I know she’d know from that photo I’d been kissing someone. I also know she’d know that I was fucked up. High as shit. Forget that Parks was on the cover of the magazine too, glistening away on the arm of Rush fucking Evans, forget that it made me sick to my stomach where his hand was on her waist; without even a word from her, I knew in the centre of myself how she would have felt when she saw me like that. I hated the feeling of her being ashamed of me, and I knew she would be. She would have looked at that article, swallowed heavy, then flipped it over and tossed it away. She probably piled it under a bunch of other magazines, trying to bury the truth of what I’d become because she’d be embarrassed to be associated with me when I was like that — and we’re always associated, even when we haven’t spoken in nearly a year. I stopped taking drugs after that photo ran.

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