Megan: Girl, I hope you know what you’re doing. Rock is looking for you.
 
 A chill run through me as I picture him finding me, his hands on my body, his—
 
 No.
 
 I need to get a damn grip.
 
 Things have to end, I need to stay strong.
 
 I text Rock letting him know to meet me at the local diner in two hours and that I’ll give him my answer about whether I still want to see him.
 
 Not that I think he’ll accept my answer.