Confession #17: I had a bad habit of setting myself up for temptation.
When Reese left through the back door, I followed. I didn’t want to be anywhere else but with her, and besides, a trio of girls who’d gathered at the other end of the hall were eyeing me as they sipped their drinks, and from the expressions on their faces, they thought they owned me. Made me think they were little Patricias in training.
So I fled from them and stuck with Reese.
She looked at me lustfully sometimes, too, but I liked the way she watched me, like I was something awe-inspiring and important, not like something she wanted to train and bend to her will. The way her eyes heated made me feel special. Essential.
When she glanced back at me now, however, her gaze seemed wary and instantly on guard.
“Or…you c
