Page 119 of Lovers Like Us
Lo contemplates my words with a paternal glare that’s neverbeen directed at me. I glance at the door. I want to check on my boyfriend, but I can’t hang up on hisdad.
“You broke Lily’s heart,” he says, which means that I broke histoo.
I swallow a rock. “I know.” She made me promise to keep Maximoff safe, and I know she’s blaming herself, believing that I slept with him instead of protecting him, and she trusted me. “I’m sorry.” I eye the door again, and I stand and grab a water from the mini-fridge.
Iwait.
Lo watchesme.
“Anythingelse?”
“No.” He hangs up at that, and I roll my eyes again. Out of this room fast. All the girls are in a giggling fit on the floor. Pointing at theceiling.
Oscar nods to me, then the bathroom. “Boyfriendis—”
“I know.” I enter the small bathroom and find Maximoff sitting against the wall, near the toilet. His forearms on his bent knees. Skin more flushed. Lookingbetter.
“Hey,” he says. “Sorry aboutthat.”
“No problem.” I hand him the water bottle, then I take a seat in front of him, my knees bent just likehis.
In the quiet, our gazes unearth each other. Air strengthens to where breath feels like iron and fire, and I slide my arm over hisarm.
His chest rises. “What was it like the first time you gothigh?”
“First time I got high,” I say, starting to smile, “I bought a joint, watchedWizard of Ozalone and passedout.”
His lips lift like he bested me. “I have you beat on the betterstory.”
Fuck, I can’t stop looking at him. “It’s a better story because we’re both init.”
He laughs once. “Pretty sure my face in a toilet put it over the top.” He chugs water and then his arm clasps my arm in a tightergrip.
As though to say,don’t fucking leaveyet.
I’m not goinganywhere.
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FARROW KEENE
Ican’t sleep.
Lawyers finally sent me some of the old NDAs.Find the stalkersits at the forefront of my mind. I just want an identity. That way if this fucker ever nears Maximoff, I can restrain them. And possibly knock their teethout.
I pour a coffee, turn on an iPad, and sprawl out length-wise in the booth. Half the bus sleeps off a pot high, the other half are passed out from thedrama.
And besides Oscar who’s driving, I only find two other peopleawake.
Donnelly draws in a notebook on the other side of the booth. Reading glasses perched on his nose. Next to him, Luna flips throughFoundationby IsaacAsimov.
Luna lowers the orange book, her charm bracelet clinking. “You know something funny?” she says tome.
“What?” I rest my iPad against a bent knee and open myemail.
“I kept thinking my brother would end up with someone boring, annoying, or high-maintenance. Someone I’d hate. Kinney, Xander, and I talked about it all the time, but Moffy actually fell for someonecool.”
In seconds, I’ll be prying into his sex life. To be honest, I like the distraction she’s tossing myway.
