Driving the few blocks to Arrick’s apartment, we are equally silent, both lost in our heads. His occasional glances my way don’t go unnoticed, but I have no clue how to feel, and I’m dreading the moment we walk into his home and come face to face with the girl who has shared his bed for almost two years. Everything is a mess. I should have stayed miles away from him as planned, but somehow that tiny flicker of hope inside me is destroying all my willpower.

Natasha comes out of ...