Danielle blinked against the dim light, her mind foggy, her body sluggish. For a moment, she thought it was graduation morning, that the past two days had been nothing more than a stress-fueled dream. The familiar scent of Christina’s room surrounded her, the pull-out bed beneath her exactly where she should be.
Maybe none of it had happened.
Maybe she’d wake up, get dressed, and head to the ceremony like nothing had changed.
Then she shifted, and the fabric of her shirt tugged against her skin—soft, too big. Not hers. Seth’s.
The memory slammed into her. The way she had kissed him. The way she had pushed.
She moved to sit up, and a sticky wetness between her thighs sent ice down her spine.
They hadn’t used protection.
Oh, God.
What had she been thinking?
Danielle’s breath hitched
