Chapter TenWHEN I WOKE UP, I was alone in Blake’s bed. I listened for a moment before realizing he wasn’t in the apartment. I sighed and pulled the pillow over my head. That’s what f*****g up felt like—the cold, empty bed and being stuck in a place that was missing one best friend. The memories of our s****l tryst the night before were hard to regret, given its intensity and the amount of time I’d spent fantasizing about it. Yet I would regret it dearly if it meant the end of my friendship with Blake.
I stumbled out of bed, cursing my lack of impulse control, and went to take a shower. When I finally emerged, feeling almost human after the hot water had cleaned me and helped clear my head, I heard Blake in the kitchen. I wanted to run and hide, afraid of what was waiting for me there and
