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Then Greta lowered herself onto the bed, on top of the
blankets, and stared at the ceiling. Breathe in. Breathe out. Her
stomach twisted again, but less urgently. Dylan lifted his head
off the pillow and looked around. He reached over and felt
her beside him, then shifted to face her.
“Hey.” He smiled. Still a beautiful smile. “Already dressed?”
Her head bypassed the shattered core. “I’ve been awake
for a while.”

“How are you feeling?”
She blew out a puff of air. “A little rough.”
He laughed and pulled her closer. “You should have told me
you were such a lightweight. I would have gone easy on you.”
What did he mean by that? “Yeah, I don’t drink a lot.”
Go with that one.
“And don’t worry”—his voice dropped low, even though ADVANCE READING COPY

no one else was around—“I used a condom.”
Her gut coiled in a tight ball. Okay. Condom. Good. One
less thing to worry about. Teachers in health class had been
pushing condoms since the seventh grade. Ninety-eight
percent effective if used correctly. “Thanks.” Thanks?
“No, thank you.” He laughed again and rose from the bed.
Greta looked away as he got dressed.
Taking her hand, Dylan led her down a ladderlike stair-
case to the living room. In the nearby kitchen, Matt tossed

garbage into a bag and emptied half-filled cups down the
sink. He didn’t even look at her. Rachel stepped out of the
bathroom, dressed in her clothes from the night before.
Everyone else was gone.

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