FIFTEEN
Livy
I knew I should have kept my mouth shut. Now George and Jo were going to kill me for sleeping with Alan.
- Little Flower, what did I tell you about Alan? I wasn't kidding. He's a danger! - George says, holding my hands, while Jo looks at me, horrified.
- But, George, nothing happened. We just talked. I mean, almost nothing. Not that I was going to let them know that.
- Livy, did he make you do anything? You can talk, we won't fight you - Jo talks, nervous.
- You're already fighting. Nothing big happened. - I cross my arms, sullen. I know I'm inexperienced, but they're treating me like I'm five years old. And not 22. George and Jo stare at each other, and he turns to me.
- Livy, my angel, we don't want you to get hurt. Alan is beautiful, seductive, good people. But he do
