Chapter 3

I waver at the crackers, undecided between a

box of saltines and a box of unsalted tops. Hmm…it’s almost like a

bad joke, isn’t it? Beside me someone reaches for the saltines and

I look up from the slim, strong hand to a young, boyish face framed

with neat black hair along the jawline and around the chin. The

hair that curls from under his baseball cap looks like spilled ink

against the burnished gold of his skin.

Great,I think as I stare at him, at

the smooth hair lining his face, the full lips, the dark eyes.

I’ve been searching for someone like you my whole life and when

I finally find you, the world’s about to end. Just my luck.

He glances at me with a slight frown on his

face. “Hey,” he says, a little too loudly. He takes in my lips, my

eyes, my hair, and then looks back to my mouth because I run my

tongue over my upper lip unconsciously. He’s quite cute. And young,

too, not as built as Hans and Frans outside, and I know I’m staring