Chapter 76

I’m not twelve anymore, I remind myself. I’m twenty-five, I’m not some boy willing to settle for any touch at all. I have a lover. I can’t just slip back into who I was before—I’ve changed, even if nothing else in this tiny little town has.

“I hoped maybe…” Stephen starts, but he doesn’t finish the thought. I keep my eyes down, stare at the hair on the back of his hand, and tell myself I don’t feel anything at his skin against mine. I have Dan…where is he?

But I don’t like the sentence hanging between us, a loaded gun waiting to discharge. I shrug, hoping to shake his hand loose, but it doesn’t work. “Maybe what?” I ask.

When I dare to look at him, his eyes are just as large as I remembered this close. “Maybe you’d…” He sighs, and his breath is soft on my face, slightly minty like a promise. “This is going to sound bad.”

“What is?” I ask, hoping I sound as if I don’t know exactly what he’s trying to say, what he’s feeling and thinking and wanting right now.