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Holden takes a seat on the edge of my bed and puts his face in his hands. Rubbing them over it, he sighs and looks at me again. “What was in the letter, Tristan?”

“I told her goodbye. She deserves to be happy, and I’m not that person.” I look out the window to see Russ looking up at me, a scowl on his face.Yeah, I’m pissed at me, too, buddy. I never thought she would run like that—looking for me. I figured she would go back to her cabin and spend the day there. Maybe try to send me some messages that I would then have to ignore.

“You’re like a brother to me, and I’ll support you, but fuck, man. That’s messed up. At least have the balls to tell her to her face.”

I turn away from the window and take a seat on the beanbag in the corner of my room. I tilt my head back and stare at the ceiling. “I can’t. I was told to stay away from her last night.”

“Since when do you listen when someone tell you to do something you don’t want to do?” Holden walks over to me and kicks my leg with his foot, trying to get me to look at him.

“Since this is something that’s going to be best for her. She needs to forget about me and move on with her life. Mine is here, and hers is back in Connecticut.”

I grab my phone and pull up the messages from her. I want to tell her what a fuck up I am, but I can’t. Not unless I want her parents—and mine—to find out that I took the last thing that made Lana innocent.

Her virginity.