Page 108 of My Debacle with De Lorenzo

“Fell down a manhole Keith Hart?”

I nod. “Yeah, that guy is her date. She met him at the hospital.”

“That’s such a random coincidence.” He smiles, but it quickly disappears. “Imagine if they get married. That means that my dad will be married to your mom, and we’ll be like...brother and sister. Gross!”

“That’s only a problem if this continues.” I lean forward to kiss him again. “So, the question that needs to be asked is...did you fall for me when you got all up in that?”

He reaches up to tuck a lock of hair behind my ear. “I stumbled...and it took a lot to regain my balance.”

I’m slowly learning when he’s joking and when he’s serious. He meant that and it’s confirmed when he brings me down to kiss him. That kiss conveys everything he’s feeling. Every fear. Every doubt. Every laugh. Every moment that has brought us to this point. I feel it because it’s a reflection of all the emotions swirling inside me. Tonight, I had sex with Dylan De Lorenzo. And that was all it was supposed to be. I only meant to give him my body, but then didn’t this motherfucker creep in and take my heart, too.

13. Dylan

January 29, 2027

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