Cheryl
“So, you and Mr. Han finally f****d?” Anna asked as we walked toward the library.
“No! Gosh,” I groaned, scrunching my face at her.
“But I saw you kissing him before you got out of his car,” she argued.
I snatched the chocolate bar from her and took a bite. “Spying on me now?” I hissed. “Well, we haven’t f****d… yet. But if you tell me how you managed to get yourself into a relationship with Dr. King, I’ll tell you what happened this morning.” I smirked, willing myself not to flush at the memory of what had transpired between Mr. Han and me.
“No story there, Cheryl. I seduced him, we f****d, and there’s a minuscule chance we’re in love,” she said casually.
I let out a loud, fake laugh. “You are a joke, Anna.” I rolled my eyes.
“Tell me what happened between you and Mr. Han,”
