Chapter 23: Stephen Robichaud
Without Caitlin, there is nothing between us, nothing hindering our speech, nothing keeping us apart. I can’t quite meet Stephen’s steady gaze, though, and when he takes a step closer to me, I shift uncomfortably but don’t move back. We’ve been too much to each other over the years—best friends, summer buddies, daresay lovers? At such young ages, it was more curiosity than love to me, more feeling good and getting off than anything else, and since we used to be so close, I thought nothing of being that open with him. It was only friendship, nothing more, not to me.
Still, I can see the pain in his face—it hurts too much to see how Caitlin’s careless words have wounded him. My fault. I should’ve known she do something like this, mention Dan just to stir up s*
