Chapters (61)
- Copyright Notice
- Dedication
- AUTHOR’S NOTE
- ONE DANNI
- TWO ROSE
- THREE DANNI
- FOUR DANNI
- FIVE ROSE
- SIX ROSE
- SEVEN DANNI
- EIGHT ROSE
- NINE DANNI
- TEN ROSE
- ELEVEN ROSE
- TWELVE ROSE
- THIRTEEN ROSE
- FOURTEEN DANNI
- FIFTEEN DANNI
- SIXTEEN ROSE
- SEVENTEEN DANNI
- EIGHTEEN ROSE
- NINETEEN ROSE
- TWENTY DANNI
- TWENTY-ONE DANNI
- TWENTY-TWO DANNI
- TWENTY-THREE ROSE
- TWENTY-FOUR ROSE
- TWENTY-FIVE DANNI
- TWENTY-SIX ROSE
- TWENTY-SEVEN DANNI
- TWENTY-EIGHT ROSE
- TWENTY-NINE ROSE
- THIRTY DANNI
- THIRTY-ONE DANNI
- THIRTY-TWO ROSE
- THIRTY-THREE DANNI
- THIRTY-FOUR ROSE
- THIRTY-FIVE ROSE
- THIRTY-SIX DANNI
- THIRTY-SEVEN ROSE
- THIRTY-EIGHT DANNI
- THIRTY-NINE ROSE
- FORTY DANNI
- FORTY-ONE ROSE
- FORTY-TWO DANNI
- FORTY-THREE ROSE
- FORTY-FOUR DANNI
- FORTY-FIVE ROSE
- FORTY-SIX ROSE
- FORTY-SEVEN DANNI
- FORTY-EIGHT ROSE
- FORTY-NINE ROSE
- FIFTY ROSE
- FIFTY-ONE ROSE
- FIFTY-TWO DANNI
- EPILOGUE ROSE
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- Also by Sophie Gonzales
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That night, I’d screamed at Harriet for kissing Danni. In my rage, it hadn’t even occurred to me that it was somewhat odd Harriet would assume Danni was interested in girls at all—with enough confidence to kiss her, even—given Danni surely wasn’t overtly flirting with Harriet. The night Danni and I kissed, it had felt like a game of chicken, with both of us taking gradual steps with our words and body language, carefully assessing if the other felt similarly, and if our hints were landing on soft ground. Even after weeks of what was, in hindsight, blatant flirting, I was hesitant to believe Danni could truly like girls right up until the point of undeniability. Even so, Harriet isn’t me, so though I find the idea of her kissing a girl she wasn’t sure also liked girls odd, it’s not damning.
What is damning is the fact that when Harriet yelled back at me that night, she’d angrily referred to Danni as my girlfriend.
FORTY-SIX ROSE
I wait until it’s a reasonable time to storm over to Harriet’s room. Not because I particularly care for her sleep, but because I want time to sit with my theory, just in case I find holes in it. The more I think about it, though, the more convinced I am. Even if I allow for the possibility that Harriet simply saw the rumors about us online and was throwing it in my face, it doesn’t fit neatly. Harriet was too confident, too quick.
Harriet, I’m certain, didn’t suspect something. She knew something.
She is up and dressed already when I bang my fist on her door, and she opens it with a look of alarm. “Rose? What—”
My heart begins to thud. If I’m wrong, my next words will destroy everything. I would be giving my most dangerous secret to the person who has more reason to want revenge on me than perhaps anybody I know. But if I’m right, it’s the only way to ensure the truth. I wait until she’s closed the door behind us, then I lower my voice and say, in the most threatening tone I can muster, “I just want to know why you thought it would be okay to kiss my girlfriend with me in the next room.”