It was stupid of me to even stick around after the fact. It’s not like Chace was even awake when I made it back to the bedroom after cleaning myself up last night. He passed the hell out right next to his girlfriend like nothing had happened. Only it had happened. We had sex. I lost my virginity. I gave it to my best friend—the guy I’ve loved for years. And now I’m left to sulk about it on my own. This isn’t how it’s supposed to happen. I was the one who his arms were supposed to be around and whose neck his head was supposed be tucked against. I might have made the worst decision of my life last night, and here I am, sitting in my car watching as Finley climbs into Chace’s lap. Go figure the car would be parked right in front of the huge bay window, giving me the best freaking view ever. I want to puke, but I’m able to keep the contents of the cereal in my stomach down. What I did last night might end up ruining a bunch of shit in the process, no need to let it ruin my breakfast as well—ruining my life is good enough.
