My first warning should’ve been Erin.
She was standing on the curb in front of Stephanie Witts’ house when we pulled in. Peach was next to her, and Tom right behind her, but for some reason, their welcoming party didn’t sound the alarms in my head.
It might’ve been the feeling I was basking in at that moment—telling Ryan I loved him and genuinely feeling it, not feeling all the other baggage inside that had kept pushing it down so I couldn’t say it. It felt like a weight off my shoulders.
Or maybe it was because I had a strong feeling I couldn’t hold up my promise not to have s*x with Ryan again. Though, it wouldn’t be s*x. It’d be making love.
I suddenly wanted to know what that felt like so bad it was almost worth risking my mom’s anger.
Or maybe it was that Ryan hadn’t let go of my
