On Monday, I couldn't speak to Jackson; could barely glance in his direction. I was so embarrassed I'd shown my true colors to him. Strangers fucking me no longer bothered me too much. Having my friends know what a whore I was made it much worse. The list of friends was growing longer. Jackson recognized my discomfort and left me alone. I waited quietly for Suki to show up. She got there and we rode silently down to the lake. I wasn't very talkative, and Suki realized I was in some pain.

"Do you miss Tanner?" Suki asked.

I did miss Tanner, very much. I wished he was here. I...