Heat stabbed through my chest; all I felt was shame and anger tangled up in one. “Don’t say it like that.”
“How else am I supposed to say it?” she cried, lifting her hands in the air. “What the hell, Brooklyn? I said, Go talk to him, have a conversation, not get your guts filled with his fingers. C.O.N.V.E.R.S.A.T.I.O.N… conversation.”
“I know!” I buried my face in my hands. “I know it was wrong—I know, I should have walked out of there, I should have stopped him, but the second he touched me, I just lost everything. Every wall of defense I had crumbled, every sentence I rehearsed before going to meet him— poof, gone. I did not even try to stop him because I wanted it. I wanted all of him so bad like nothing else mattered.”
Hannah stared at me, horrified and speechless. “I feel like I’m
