Chapter 18

“I think about us a lot.” Did I dare reach for him? Fuck, yeah. I took the risk and got another smile for it. “Holding hands with Mickey Keller while horseback riding, there’s a teenage wish come true.” Damn me and my lack of a censor. Mickey took his hand away.

“We never did this?” he asked me.

“Not after puberty, when it would have meant something else.”

“What would it have meant?” Mickey asked almost too quietly for me to hear.

I thought back to the one garbage gift I never got to give him. “Maybe it would have meant the rest of our lives.” Then, I thought about him telling me I would never be good enough for him. 4

“You have to want more out of life than picking up other people’s garbage and living in this stupid town, Junk!”