Chapter 5

Without warning, Riley snarls and punches me

in the shoulder. I press back against the window, terrified. Here

it is, then, where he beats the shit out of me. Here it comes—“Why

the fuckdidn’t you say something sooner?” he wants to

know.

I rub my shoulder, confused. “What?”

“This is my last night here,” he reminds me,

“in case you forgot. And nowyou decide to let me know

what’s going on in that thick skull of yours. Nowyou decide

to let me in on what you’re feeling for me, when it’s almost too

late to do anything about it. Why didn’t you tell me before, huh?”

I shake my head, I don’t know. “All this time,” Riley mutters, half

to himself. “All this time, and I had no clue…”

“I’m sorry,” I venture.

He lunges across the seat and grabs both my

shoulders like he’s going to shake some sense into me. I close my

eyes and flinch, waiting for the fist to my jaw, the blow upside my

head, the second punch that never comes. Instead an uncompromising