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