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.