My first thought the following morning was that I shouldn't have been hard on Flynn for thinking he had done the right thing. He'd been trying to respect my emotional state, and I think I'd have regretted anything we did because I was grief-stricken. I knew he'd assume I hadn't been thinking straight the day before, but he was wrong.
I knew exactly what I was doing in his RV. Flynn had told me to call him when I was ready, and I felt I was. Despite missing Ziggy, Flynn was stirring feelings in me. Maybe my feelings weren't rational at all. My boyfriend hadn't been dead a week, and I'd kissed another boy. What did that say about me? Maybe Flynn was right, and I didn't know what I wanted.