I’m not completely clueless when it comes to boys.
Sometimes it feels that way when I’m torn between Christopher and Sutton, when I’m a small boat tossed between an unforgiving night and stormy seas. But I used to give excellent advice when it came to boys. Everyone at Smith College came to me with questions—both the girls and the boys. Gay, straight, bisexual, whatever. I’d only ever had my fingers between my legs, never a man, but that didn’t matter. I still knew the way boys thought. I knew what made them tick. I predicted their next move before they even figured it out.
But I had no idea that Sutton was interested in Christopher all along.
Had I been blind because I wanted Sutton to be interested in only me? Or had he really buried the feelings down so deep that they were almost inv
