I clench my fists so hard my nails bite into my palms. The sidewalk back to campus blurs. I just left Aaron’s apartment after seeing him with his tongue down his stepbrother’s throat, pressed against the fridge, his hands gripping that guy’s shoulders.

The sick part? It was so hot. So fucking hot my own stomach flipped, my skin tightened. And then my heart just… crumpled. 

Because I love him. I love his stupid laugh and the way he reads poetry out loud to help me fall asleep. I broke ...