“I’m coming!” I called back, hearing the raw, cried-out tremor in my voice. I’d spent nearly twenty-four hours locked in my room in a self-pitying huddle. Twenty minutes earlier, my roommate had given me an ultimatum. Eat. Pee. Get out of bed. Or she would force me to do all three in an extremely unpleasant manner. I shuffled out of my room, knowing full well she’d follow through on her threat. “Bren!” she called again. I found her standing in front of the partly opened front door. “What’s going on?” Risa stepped back. “Him.” Shit. Our date. Ian stood on our stoop, a handful of daisies in his fingers. Well, I thought. At least he got the flowers right. But his hand dropped to his side, the daisies forgotten as his eyes travelled the length of my body.
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