The next day, I tried to hold onto the memory of Lucian’s touch. The way he had held me against the tree. The way he had thrust into me standing up in the bathroom. The way he had whispered that he loved me. It had felt real. So real.

But reality has a way of shattering beautiful moments.

I was walking past the boys’ locker room after gym class when I heard voices. I stopped, hidden behind the corner, when I recognized one of them Sam, one of Lucian’s close friends.

“…yeah, it started as a dare,” Sam was saying, laughing. “Lucian bet he could get the fat twin to...