It isn't about love," Vee said. "It's about fun.
We all know you're beautiful, Scott.
But if I hadn't fallen, I wouldn't have met you.
Jev stroked his chin. "Do I look like a summer fling?
The higher up, the harder the fall.
Any happiness, no matter how brief, seemed better than the long, simmering torture of waking up day after day, knowing I could never have him.