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Tessa.
Secrets don’t stay secret forever. I’ve known it since the first time Liam kissed me, since the first time I let him slip into my bed and my body and my life. I told myself we were careful. But danger has a scent, and lately, it feels like everyone is catching on.
We’re at the kitchen table, sunlight spilling through the windows. My cousin Zoe is visiting, all bright lipstick and endless questions, and she hasn’t stopped talking since she got here. She sits across from me, eyes sharp as she flits from topic to topic. Liam is leaning against the counter, pretending to text, but I can feel his gaze on me—burning, wanting, daring me to look back.
Zoe suddenly goes quiet, head tilting, watching the way Liam’s fingers drum on the countertop. She looks at me. At him. At me again. He
