KATY’S POV
It takes a moment for Braydon’s words to sink in, and I leap off the bed, clutching my bag like it’s a lifeline.
“How cou… could you say that?” I chuckle, hating how shaky my voice sounds. “Why would I even care about what Bryan thinks?”
I pivot toward the door, trying to run away from the sting, but his insight sticks to me. How does he read me so well? Do I have a sign flashing my thoughts above my head?
My hand wraps around the knob, and I freeze. That same image, the one that kicked off this entire mess, flashes in my mind again. I groan, my shoulders sagging.
It’s not just Bryan who got in my head. Allie called me a terrible kisser once. And that was after she watched me kiss him. A series of little humiliations has already piled up, which makes me now feel like a walk
