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Chapters (98)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Notice
  3. Dedication
  4. Who’s Who in Anna K(in order of appearance)
  5. Part One
  6. I
  7. II
  8. III
  9. IV
  10. V
  11. VI
  12. VII
  13. VIII
  14. IX
  15. X
  16. XI
  17. XII
  18. XIII
  19. XIV
  20. XV
  21. XVI
  22. XVII
  23. XVIII
  24. XIX
  25. XX
  26. XXII
  27. XXIII
  28. XXIV
  29. XXV
  30. XXVI
  31. XXVII
  32. Part Two
  33. I
  34. II
  35. III
  36. IV
  37. V
  38. VI
  39. VII
  40. VIII
  41. IX
  42. X
  43. XI
  44. XII
  45. XIII
  46. XIV
  47. XV
  48. XVI
  49. XVII
  50. XVIII
  51. XIX
  52. XX
  53. XXI
  54. XXII
  55. XXIII
  56. XXIV
  57. XXV
  58. XXVI
  59. XXVII
  60. XXVIII
  61. XXIX
  62. Part Three
  63. I
  64. II
  65. III
  66. IV
  67. V
  68. VI
  69. VII
  70. VIII
  71. IX
  72. X
  73. XI
  74. XII
  75. XIII
  76. XIV
  77. XV
  78. XVI
  79. XVII
  80. XVIII
  81. XIX
  82. XX
  83. XXI
  84. XXII
  85. XXIII
  86. XXIV
  87. XXV
  88. XXVI
  89. XXVII
  90. XXVIII
  91. XXIX
  92. Epilogue
  93. Author's NoteWhen Jenny Met Anna
  94. Acknowledgments
  95. About the Author
  96. Newsletter Sign-up
  97. Contents
  98. 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.