Aspen
I probably shouldn’t have said that.
Well, can you blame me? I got more out dancing with Cam at than I got out of s*x with Josh. It was so hot, I had half a mind to pull him into the bathroom and f**k his brains out then and there.
I didn’t, though. There’s still so much I don’t know about him—and even more he doesn’t know about me. That stuff matters more than a little teen lust, right?
I take a rather large sip of my whiskey and leave the ball in his court.
He takes a seat next to me on the couch, watching me intently as he takes an equally large sip of his own. Finally, he says softly, “Tell me about the panic attacks.”
He must have been thinking the same thing I was, then. Substance over lust.
I think lust might have been the easier option.
“I started getting them when R
