Zeke's phone starts buzzing thirty seconds after mine. Then again. And again.
He sits up, reaching for it on my nightstand, and I watch his face change as he reads. The color drains from his cheeks.
"f**k. Dakota.."
My phone won't stop. Text after text, notification after notification. My hands shake as I unlock it.
The first message is from Bree: *Oh my gosh, Kota, I'm so sorry.*
The second is from a number I don't recognize: *Slut.*
The third is a link.
I don't want to click it. Every instinct screams at me not to, but my thumb moves anyway, and then I'm staring at my own face on my phone screen.
It's an i********: account I've never seen before. The username is @RosewaterSecrets. The profile picture is a black silhouette.
And the photos-
"Don't look," Zeke says, reaching for m
