I’d spent the entire day keeping my distance from Sam, partly to avoid the inevitable tension but mostly because I didn’t know how to deal with the fact that she was actually going to that damn party tonight. After everything that had happened between us—after we’d shared a bed, after all that closeness—how the hell was I supposed to watch her flirt with some other guy, like it didn’t mean anything to her?
I couldn’t shake the image of her smiling at that guy in the hallway earlier. A total stranger. How quickly she could slip back into being someone else. I’d been doing everything I could to convince myself it wasn’t a big deal, that we were just playing the part of normal teenagers who were pretending to date other people. But none of it felt fake. Especially not the way I’d held her in
