He puts his arm around my shoulder, pulling me back to reality.
“It’strulynothing to worry about, okay? It’s not what you think, and I’ve got it handled.” He winks. “Promise.”
His gaze drops to the copy ofFucked Sidewaysin my hand.
“How’d you like it?”
“Huh?”
Dame smiles curiously. “The Bastian Pierce book? In your hand? The one you borrowed from me?”
I shake my head. “Oh! Yeah… It was great. Thanks, Dame.”
I manage to keep it together until I get back to my room. But then I shudder as I hug myself and sink onto the edge of my bed.
“It’strulynothing to worry about, okay? It’s not what you think, and I’ve got it handled. Promise.”
I swallow heavily.
I am not being haunted by Jane Doe's ghost for stealing her underwear.
I am not being haunted by Jane Doe's ghost for stealing her underwear.
A knock on the bathroom door makes me jump halfway off the bed.
“Can I come in?”
I draw in a shaky breath, exhale, and try to calm myself.
“Yeah!” I call out. Wren opens the bathroom door and pokes her head in. Her brows knit with concern as she steps into my room.
“You okay?”
I shake my head. “Yeah, I just had to give something back to Damiano and he accidentally spooked me.” I laugh nervously. “You know me.”
Wren frowns. “That I do.” Then she sighs. “Can I please say something?”
“Always.”
“I know something's going on with you.”
I frown. “I?—“
“Lena, come on. You’re my bestie, I’ve known you my whole life, and Iknow you, okay? I don’t know what’s been bothering you the last couple of weeks, but I know something has. And the fact that you won’t tell me is really making me crash out. Not because I’m nosey, but because I love you, I’m worried about you, and I want to help?—”
“I slept with Achilles Drakos.”
Well,fuck.
That was…unexpected.
Wren’s eyes widen like I’ve never seen before, and her whole body goes still.
Silence settles over the room.
“You…”
“Lost my virginity to Achilles,” I mumble. “So…yeah.”
