Sydney

“My boyfriend…” I’d choked, the words slipping out before I could stop them. “Back in Newston…he…he took pictures.”

I’d barely been able to breathe.

“In a stupid bikini and…” I shook my head like that could stop the memory.

It didn’t.

God!

I clutched my books tighter to my chest as I hurried down the hallway the next morning, heat crawling all over my face from yesterday.

Because I still couldn’t believe it’d happened.

I couldn’t believe I’d let Tyler hold me while I cried shamelessly against his chest like some big fat baby. Then apologized for staining his shirt.

God, I wanted the earth to swallow me.

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