Not only was I a mess, but I had no idea how to explain any of this.

How could I tell Logan I'd tracked him using an app? How could I explain that I never meant to sleep with him?

I started picking up my clothes.

My hands were trembling. My body ached, and every step made me wince, which proved that last night wasn't just a dream.

I'd slept with my sister's boyfriend, the man she loved and wanted a future with.

"I'm fucking ...