My phone vibrated a few times, but I didn’t even look at it. All I wanted to do was think about Jordan, remember his kisses and his arms around me and how good it all felt. Like I was punishing myself in some kind of weird way.In the morning, I pick up my phone to see the texts were all from Mandy, and they all consisted of capital letters describing her make-out session with Colt. I frown at the idea of him kissing her—everywhere, according to my phone. I frown again that she texted me about it. Then I remember kissing Jordan. What I did.Whatever. I’m not looking for a boyfriend. Colt said we’re dating now. He called me his partner in crime. Neither of those equals boyfriend, unless we’re Bonnie and Clyde, and I know how that ended.One more sip of coffee, I slip on my white gym shorts and a light blue tee, and run out the back door. I’m down the side of the house and over the low stone wall in no time, climbing the little hill to my spot by the creek. The moment I hear the water trickling, I drop to my knees and fall against the tree.
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