CHAPTER 10: The sentence.
I fiddle with the pen in my hand while the professor goes over the lesson. No matter how hard I try, I just can’t focus. I missed my first class this morning, locked in a bathroom stall while tears fell uncontrollably. The rest of the day has been a blur—lunch tasted like nothing, and now, during my last class of the afternoon, all I want is to close my eyes and forget this day ever happened.
If before I had any doubts that Jeremy never saw me the way I saw him, what happened in the car confirmed it.
I still shiver remembering how casually he talked about wanting my body, about having s*x with no strings attached.
Does he think I’m easy?
What kind of girl does he think I am, to believe I’d hand over my body for such empty promises?
And yet… my weakness for h
