Chapter Eleven
I have no idea how we got from being on the verge of having a serious conversation to kissing. What I do know is Carrie’s smart, beautiful, has an absolute b***h for a mother, and is upset. And I, although I’m not exactly at death’s door, am not feeling great, either.
So what harm can taking a little comfort in each other do? An alarm bell rings at the back of my mind, pulling my attention to the promises I made myself earlier—that I was going to get myself straight before I attempted to win Carrie’s heart—but the sound is abruptly extinguished by my hormones. They’ve been out of action for so long, locked in a cupboard somewhere deep inside me, that now they’ve been freed, there’s no stopping them. And, to be quite honest, I just don’t have the strength to fight. Physical
