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Thorne speeds up and I try to grasp the wall to take the impact, as if I can sink my fingers into the bricks. I know I can’t, but I need something to balance me so I don’t fade away.

I can’t believe we’re outside fucking in an alleyway while my parents are waiting for me to return to dinner.

And I can’t believe how good this feels.

How many lies have I told tonight?

No, I don’t have a boyfriend, Mom, but look at me.

No, we can’t do this here, but this is wild, and I’d do it again.

No, I don’t like assholes, Thorne, but I like you.

My God. I like him, but didn’t I know that all along? Of course I did, and I don’t just like him.

When he took my virginity he didn’t force me. I gave it to him. I gave myself to him.

I wouldn’t be here now if I simply liked him.

He pounds harder, shaking the thoughts from my mind then he comes, and I join him when I feel his cum inside me.

Thorne pulls out but then he turns me around and slips his hand behind my head to guide me to his lips. We kiss and stay out here for far too long.

When he stops, I don’t want him to.

I don’t want him to leave either, which makes me realize that I’m in trouble.

Then he kisses me again.

Chapter 24

Ivy

I stayed out in that alleyway with Thorne for nearly forty minutes. We made out and had sex again.

I had to tell Mom and Levgen that my so-called ‘friend’ had trouble with her coursework and needed my help to access the course files.

The friend I made up was based on Isabelle. In fact, I gave her name, so I’ll have to remember that for future reference. My excuse was given in the spur of the moment. I always forget important details when I do that.

Of course, Mom didn’t believe me because she was happy to think I might have a boyfriend I was speaking to, so neither she nor Levgen were mad at me. I also think Mom was happy to finish off the cannelloni by herself.

The craziness actually worked out.

My parents stayed for the weekend and we had a great time together.

We met for breakfast this morning and said our goodbyes before they left Boston at midday. I won’t see them again until Christmas break.

I hope by then I might have my head screwed on. Except I don’t have a plan for that.

Such a plan won’t just magically appear anytime soon while I keep thinking about Thorne the way I am.

God. I even found myself missing him over the weekend.

And now.

It’s nearly nine o’clock. It’s already late and I’m supposed to see him later because he’s busy training with the guys. But I’ve found myself shamefully counting down the time.

To fill the time I came outside to sit on the bench by the river and finish my composition. I had dinner with Isabelle and Mackenzie, who also invited me to go to the movies with them, but I declined because I needed time to myself to think.

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