**JESSA

Three weeks into our affair, he came to my apartment for the first time.

My mom was gone for the weekend—off with Derek somewhere. I had the place to myself.

I texted Cameron: *Want to come over? I'll cook.*

He showed up at seven with a bottle of wine and a nervous expression.

"This is weird, right?" he said, standing in my doorway. "Coming to your apartment."

"It's only weird if you make it weird. Come in."

He came inside. Looked around at my small apartment—the secondhand furniture, the posters on the walls, the stack of textbooks on the coffee table.

"You're in school?" he asked, picking up one...