was a purple pig. He lived in a massive house that reached all the way to the
 
 sky…”
 
 Christina wrapped her sodden arm around Chloe’s wet shoulders.
 
 Chloe’s story promised to be fun, inventive, and exciting. Not only was
 
 Christina excited to listen, but she was also excited to add on. Her arm
 
 tightened just a little. Chloe smiled up at her. A glob of mud still clung to
 
 her hair. Her freckles stood out in bold contrast to her pale skin. Her eyes
 
 were absolutely huge. The adrenaline hadn’t worn off for either of them yet.
 
 Christina brushed a wet strand of hair off Chloe’s forehead, tucking it
 
 behind her ear, mud and all.
 
 Chapter 20
 
 Taylor
 
 Taylor had grown up in the old farmhouse and she knew exactly which
 
 floorboards squeaked and which ones would remain silent as a secret. She
 
 tiptoed down the hall to Christina’s room. It was late, but she just couldn’t
 
 force herself to stay away, even after the stern talks she’d given herself
 
 while lying in bed. It turned out the hours spent staring up at the ceiling
 
 only made her desire burn harder. She couldn’t exactly talk herself out of
 
 that. If she could have, she never would have stayed at Christina’s house
 
 that night, and that truly would have been a tragedy. Taylor knew that she
 
 would have missed out on so much if she hadn’t given Christina a chance.
 
 If she hadn’t bothered to look below that somewhat hard, icy surface and
 
 see the warm, vibrant person beneath.
 
 Taylor stopped in front of the guest bedroom where Christina was
 
 sleeping. She didn’t knock on the door since her parents probably would
 
 have heard that. Instead, she pushed it open inch by inch, giving the hinges
 
 time to adjust so they wouldn’t make a noise.
 
 Christina’s shadowy form sat upright in the bed. She tensed for a
 
 minute, but then when she realized it was just Taylor, she slumped down
 
 with relief.