Zac: Then let’s keep doing it.
Love:Are you serious?
Zac: As a heart attack.
Love:So, what? We each leave one confession in the book a week?
Zac: Why the fuck not?
Love:What if someone finds them?
Zac: They won’t. We’ll take our dirty little secrets out of the book as we go.
Zac:But no more PG-13 shit. I want the good stuff. Go big or go home, L. What do you say?
I weigh the pros and cons for over five minutes. Providing him with more information about myself is the definition of insanity. We’re already walking a fine line here. Playing with fire every time we press Send.
One wrong move and all our good intentions could crumble, along with our anonymity pact. I might as well give him my social security number while I’m at it.
You promised, Vee.
You promised you’d stop being scared.
It starts now.
Love:You’re on.