Chapter 12:

The rest of the evening was a bit of a blur for me. I sat mulling over everything I'd learned about Flynn, and everything he'd ever said to me. Eventually, I'd thought about my behavior and how I'd responded.

There was no doubt about it. My feelings were real. I had a crush on Flynn, and he'd made it clear he liked what he saw in me. But he'd thought I was too young. I consoled myself that it was just as well because, in a few days he'd be gone. And I'd have even more heartache than I felt at that moment. As soon as I could escape the family crowd, I excused myself and went upstairs to my room. I'd never been uncomfortable in my home before Flynn arrived.