“Tell me about this Trent guy.”
I smile to myself as my cheek rises and falls with Milo's chest. I changed into the most modern nightgown I could find in the closet, but he’s, unfortunately, still fully clothed. The way he’s playing with my hair feels so ridiculously good, though, I forgive him for it.
“There’s not much to say. I was with him for a little less than a year, I think. I was never all that attracted to him, but Archie told me I was crazy. He was the most popular guy in school, you know, the most good-looking, or whatever. I guess I started dating him because I felt like I was… supposed to.”
He continues to stroke my hair. His breathing is so even—so peaceful. “Why did it end?”
“Everything in my life sort of… changed… when Archie died. I became depressed—even suicidal, at t
