Despite my slutty reputation, I was technically a virgin at 18. The faint positive on a budget pregnancy test sent me spinning moments before meeting my sister's snooty new fiancé. Shaking hands with upper-crusty James was like downing a triple shot of vodka. Dizzy with desire, confused by my body's reaction, and shocked by the possessiveness flashing in his eyes, I deceived him that night and told the world at their wedding reception. The truth? I slept with my sister's fiancé.
"I didn't want it to end! Love narrator!"