“Did I wear you out? You’ve gone quiet on me,” Gavin asks when we make it back to his beautiful home.

“Maybe a little.” I am worn out, but it’s not from a night of dancing.

Gavin takes my hand, and his fingers thread through mine as we walk inside. The farther inside he takes me, the more like a con I feel. The weight of it is pressing down on me and then anger at all the guilt I feel too. I remind myself that I’ve done what I had to in order to keep Celeste and myself ...