Chapter 60
When Cherry was a sophomore at Creighton, she’d had a crush on one of the other art students.
His name was Cam, and he was a few years older than her. He was from Hawaii and studying ceramics.
Cam was so nice to Cherry . . .
Like, he always sat by her in class. And was always offering to help her or give her advice. If he saw her in the student
center, he’d drop down onto the couch next to her. Sometimes he’d stay there for hours.
He always seemed to be making excuses to touch Cherry’s hands.
She liked him.
He was handsome. (She thought he was handsome.)
He licked his bottom lip when she talked.
Cherry spent a whole semester feeling like she didn’t know the secret word that would make Cam step fully into her reach.
It was confusing.
And upsetting.
Humiliating in a way that was familiar and that she couldn’t put words to.
She was only nineteen, and she’d known several Cams.