Chapter 37

• Ashley
• “Then why?” Ashley watched the conflict in his face, the way his own eyes were reddening with unshed tears, and dug her fingers into his shirt. “Is it—” Her breath stuttered out of her. “Is it because of that night? Because we had sex?”
• Logan froze with his back pressed against the window. Behind him, the city stretched out moonlit and alive, bearing witness to her humiliating herself. “I just don’t understand. When we were kids, you’d let me make out with you. Then you’d jerk off with me. And I lived for those moments, because I told myself maybe you enjoyed it too.”