Chapter 11

• KENNEDY
• I thought I let my hopes up. What was I thinking inviting him over to my room? But what about that, we’ll continue this later speech? Oh, god! I buried my face into the pillow in frustration, hoping my embarrassment would decimate. 
• I’d known to be straightforward, but with Thayer around, I tended to make terrible mistakes. He had just consumed me—my thought, my energy—my world in general, and the fact that I enjoyed it a lot, it should terrify me, but it was quite the opposite. I found it more liberating.