I lost my journal. No big deal, right? It's only the most honest parts of me. Raw. Uncensored. Humiliating. It's a race against time to get it back before someone finds it. Except someone did find it. And read it. AND COMMENTED. Sexual boundaries aren't just crossed in his message, they're obliterated. His words drop my jaw and flush my cheeks, then piss me off. He has the audacity to demand I contact him. Not gonna happen, buddy. Except,...