I must be crazy.
I can’t understand myself anymore—why do I feel something different when it comes to Dylan. Yes, he touched me and kissed me, even though it shouldn’t have happened, but—
Why do I feel so warm every time he does that?
"Spacing out again?"
I frowned when I saw Courtney. She was alone, scanning the menu for something to order.
"Dylan's back home, right? Harrison told me."
I nodded. "Yup. Just last week."
She grinned and pointed at the cheesecake and espresso. "Is it going to be another hellish summer? If you want, you can stay at my place. Although, I’ll be flying to Thailand next week, so you can come with me too. You know, just to unwind."
I don’t know, Courtney. I don’t even understand myself. Even though Dylan despises me, I still let him kiss me. Maybe I should
