I don’t believe I kissed Dante Maranzano like he belonged to me. Like, I didn’t have a boyfriend, or he hadn’t spent the last six years acting like I was a problem he had to manage. What the hell is wrong with me?
I curl up in bed, my knees pulled to my chest, the comforter wrapped around me like it could protect me from the truth ricocheting in my head. Sure, he kissed me first, but I kissed him back, didn’t I? Why? Why did I do that? Why did it feel like the surrounding air imploded the second his mouth touched mine? He’s hated me for years, I know he has. Dante looked at me like I was a storm he wished he could avoid.
But it wasn’t always like that. When I was little, he was everything. My brothers’ best friend, sure, but the tall one who never said much but always saw me. He used t
