Regret Isn't Fair

Suppose you fell for someone. You're absolutely crazy. Everyone would tease you about it. (You know it's because they're secretly in love, too.) You resolve never to tell a soul.


Then Evil A sits down next to you and figures it out in fifteen seconds flat.

I'm wondering what fifteen seconds would be like curved. When he rested his hand on my hip, all I had to do was touch it. That's all it might have taken!

When's my turn? He laughed when I said I was timid, but he shatters hearts like a whole tray's worth of shaky-handled teacups.