[Lily]
Call it a moment of weakness or maybe a chemical reaction that caused a rush of stupid lust, but I met Atticus behind the gym. It was a stupid move, since again, it is a place where nobody can see us. Anything can happen behind the gym, which is why it is such a popular rendezvous for lovers.
Atticus and I are not lovers. Not even close. And we never will be, as long as Evie is breathing down our necks and I manage to maintain even the smallest amount of self-respect.
But Atticus, to his credit, is a perfect gentleman.
“Listen,” he begins his apology. “I’m sorry you had to see that thing between Evie and me. That wasn’t my idea.” He shyly rubs the back of his neck, a nervous trait that I have come to realize signifies discomfort at telling an awkward truth. He chose to wear th
