Chapter 9
He studies me a moment. Time stretches between us like taffy on a hot summer day. I rub at my forehead and try to think of something to fill the silence. “Travis, please…”
I leave the sentence unfinished—I’m not sure what it is I’m asking for here.
Him. If only.
“Are you okay?” he asks, concern in his voice.
No, I think, staring at his sneakers so I don’t have to look at him. I haven’t been okay since I first saw you.Why can’t this be easy? I don’t have the courage to tell him what’s wrong—that I want him, my arms ache to hold him, my lips hunger for his kisses, my entire body hurts for his.
“I’m fine,” I whisper.
He flashes a quick grin at me, and I can’t help but smile back. “You don’t look fine to me.”