I cannot believe Josh just banged on the door like that. My face still burns thinking about it. Jensen and I weren’t even doing anything wrong… just kissing. Well—just kissing for us. My stomach flips at the memory. Jensen is… different. Gentle in a way I’ve never experienced before. He keeps checking in on me—asking how I feel, if I’m okay, if anything is too much. No one has ever cared like that. Not without expecting something in return. It almost feels… unreal. Too good. Too safe. And that scares me just as much as it comforts me. From what Lawrence told me, girls used to throw themselves at Jensen. He apparently had a new girl almost every month. I don’t know why that thought twists something inside me, but it does. Lawrence always said Jensen was a good person—honest, loyal—but when
