Chapters (98)
- Title Page
- Copyright Notice
- Dedication
- Who’s Who in Anna K(in order of appearance)
- Part One
- I
- II
- III
- IV
- V
- VI
- VII
- VIII
- IX
- X
- XI
- XII
- XIII
- XIV
- XV
- XVI
- XVII
- XVIII
- XIX
- XX
- XXII
- XXIII
- XXIV
- XXV
- XXVI
- XXVII
- Part Two
- I
- II
- III
- IV
- V
- VI
- VII
- VIII
- IX
- X
- XI
- XII
- XIII
- XIV
- XV
- XVI
- XVII
- XVIII
- XIX
- XX
- XXI
- XXII
- XXIII
- XXIV
- XXV
- XXVI
- XXVII
- XXVIII
- XXIX
- Part Three
- I
- II
- III
- IV
- V
- VI
- VII
- VIII
- IX
- X
- XI
- XII
- XIII
- XIV
- XV
- XVI
- XVII
- XVIII
- XIX
- XX
- XXI
- XXII
- XXIII
- XXIV
- XXV
- XXVI
- XXVII
- XXVIII
- XXIX
- Epilogue
- Author's NoteWhen Jenny Met Anna
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
- Newsletter Sign-up
- Contents
- Copyright
There was no question of consent, but when she had cried out in pain, she wanted to know why he didn’t ask her if she was all right, why he didn’t ask … if it was her first time. Instead he had acted horrified and made her feel like a total fool. Maybe if he had been sweeter about it she would have found the strength to tell him the truth, and then maybe they would have decided it wasn’t a good idea. But that hadn’t happened. The fact was now that night on the couch with him would always be her very first time. And as the saying goes, you never forget your first time, even if you want to.
She demanded again to know why he didn’t call her the next day, and he sheepishly claimed he thought he had. But Kimmie showed him the screenshots of her phone, proving not only that he didn’t call, but also that he didn’t even bother to text her. She asked him how he’d feel if someone he really liked fucked him and then never called him. She told him how she waited for him at the ice rink, but he never showed up. She reminded him how they’d texted the day of Jaylen’s party and he’d said he was excited to see her, but that clearly was a lie. She told him that she had bought a new outfit for the party because she had been delusional enough to think he was going to ask her to be his girlfriend that night. But he barely looked at her on the dance floor, busy as he was trying to find his precious Anna.
Vronsky, face cast to the floor, started to say how sorry he was, but Kimmie said she wasn’t looking for an apology from him. She was taking full responsibility for the part she’d played in all of it. She shouldn’t have gone to his house. She should have been more vocal that she was in over her head. She had chosen to tell him the truth about how much he hurt her, and that his behavior proved he wasn’t the nice guy he pretended to be. But in a twisty, screwed-up way, she was almost fine with how it all went down, because the young woman standing before him today was stronger and much less naive than the insecure little girl he deflowered on his mother’s expensive Italian leather couch.