Chapter 3

“Oh. Yeah.” He turned to look out the window, willing his heart to stop pounding. “I forgot.”

The other boy said nothing, and after a few minutes, once he gained his composure, Oliver turned back, half expecting to find himself alone. But he wasn’t, David was still there standing at the foot of his bed, putting on a jacket.

His hair was dark, nearly black. It was curly like Mia’s, but where on her it looked unkempt and crazy, on her brother it looked…

Oliver’s pulse started to pound again.

“How do I look?” David held up his arms and did a slow turn. “Hot?”

“Yeah.” The word slipped out of Oliver’s mouth before he could think to stop it and David grinned wide.

“You’ve got good taste.”

When David stepped toward him, Oliver thought for a minute he was going to kiss him, but of course he didn’t. Instead, he unlatched the window, pushing it open wide, popped the screen, and stepped one long leg through the frame.

“Close it behind me, but don’t lock it. Got it?”