Good Girl's Done Loving
he claimed to have felt didn't mean anything.
I shared my thoughts with my friends. They went quiet for a long moment. Then, all of a sudden, they started gagging dramatically.
"Gross. If this is what he calls love, then he's insulting it."
"May he and Kimberly be bound together for life."
I laughed. For the first time, I'd stripped off the good-girl costume. It felt unbelievably liberating.
Halfway through the night, we ran into Vincent. The second he walked in, several people around us gasped. I couldn't blame them—he was stupidly good-looking.