LAINE

My legs are jittery as I cross the landing to the safety of Jane’s room.

Shit. Shit, shit, and total shit.

I want nothing more than to call Kelly Anne and tell her about my epic seduction failure. She’d laugh and tell me I’m a fool, and I’d have to laugh too, even though the thought of it is already burning me up, confessing my V status on his landing like some kind of stupid imbecile.

I don’t even know what came over me, and maybe that means he’s right, maybe it’s some kind of trauma shit that’s got me all worked up and acting weird.

Maybe that’s why...