Chapter 39

Nobody says anything until Jimmy reaches for my hand and pulls it off his arm. “The one thing I do have a hard time wrapping my head around is the fact that you thought I didn’t know who you were, and you fucked me anyway. Like…” He shakes his head. “Don’t you think that’s something we should have talked about first?”

A bunch of comments come to mind, all those excuses I’ve been telling myself about how he’d never forgive me if he knew who I was, and how this was the only way to make things right between us. They sound as empty in my head as they have sounded for the last week, so I don’t bother to voice any of them.

“I mean, I’ve liked you for a long time,” Jimmy says. “Then when I got here and you started looking at me like you do, and watching my mouth when I talk, and doing all those things that made me think you might like me too, I thought this was finally our chance, you know? That you’d put the past behind you and become this good person—”