I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. I thought of a thousand ways to murder Christian when I saw him, but he wasn't the only one to blame for what happened. That idiot kissed me, and I let him. I could have pushed him away and slapped him, but I chose not to so I could enjoy what his mouth made me feel. It would be unfair to blame him. But he was guilty of kissing me. Otherwise, this wouldn't have happened.

Gyle knew it, and I know Christian's parents weren't fools. They weren't born yesterday. They knew what happened between us. Maybe Christian had already mentioned something about what we...