Page 38 of Save Me

"Oh my god!" she cries. "Get out!"

Cormac rumbles laughter, popping into the frame to kiss her. "Jesus, Mischief. Settle your little ass down. I'm going." He snags his keys off the island, jiggling them as if to make his point. And then he flashes a shit-eating grin at me. "Hey, Isla."

"Hi, Cormac." I grin at him, waving.

He winks at me, kisses Bella again, and then disappears from the frame.

My sister looks at me with wide eyes. "He's been doing that all day," she mutters. "It's driving me nuts."

"It's the new bra." I nod at her chest. "They're sitting pretty in that thing."

She glances down at her chest and snorts, rolling her eyes. "It's not the bra. It's the man. He's obsessed."

I giggle, not really surprised. You can tell by the way he looks at her that he's head over heels. It's kind of adorable.

"Start grabbing his junk every five minutes. He'll get the point."

"You clearly have not met him if you think that," she says and then she giggles too. "Maybe I'll do that anyway. Might be fun for me."

I groan, shaking my head. "I do not need to hear this."

"Fine. I won't tell you how awesome sex is." She smirks at me. "But just so you know…ten out of ten. Highly recommend."

"I…" I bite my lip, glancing down. Now is my chance to tell her the truth. I know how awesome sex is. I've been having it with Brantley every chance we get. But yet again, the words stick in my throat.

"Okay, that's it!" she cries. "What's going on with you?"

"What? Nothing," I lie.

"Uh-huh." She crosses her arms, glaring at me. "You're a terrible liar, Isla Marie Sterling."

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Am not."

"What aren't you telling me?"

"Maybe it's not your business, did you ever think of that?" I snap, scowling at her. "Maybe whatever I'm not telling you has nothing to do with you and I don't want to share it."

"Fine, don't tell me."

"I won't."

"Are you done being a brat now?" she asks.

"Depend. Are you done trying to boss me around now?"

"I guess so."

"Then I guess I'm done being a brat."

We scowl at each other for a minute before she cracks with a sigh. "I'm not trying to boss you, Iz. And you're allowed to have secrets. I just worry about you, especially since I'm not there right now."

"I know," I whisper, feeling guilty all over again. "I just…I'm dealing with stuff."Stuff I'm afraid you're going to hate me for when I tell you. And I can deal with a lot, but I can't deal with you hating me.

"Just promise me that you'll tell me when you're ready?"

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