Thinking I had overstepped Asher’s boundaries by hugging him from behind, I began to release him. But then he caught my hands with his and gently returned them to where they had been, palms flat against his hard, muscled abdomen. We both relaxed into the hug, and I felt the emotional distance betw
I was beginning to reach the upper limit of my studying. Now I was simply rehashing topics I’d already drilled thoroughly into my brain. So when my phone finally lit up with a message, I picked it up eagerly. The message surprised me, it was Aimee. Help! Brent agreed to meet me in the park! I don
“I warned you.” “I’m sorry!” Brent said, bracing his arms over his head like the apparition might strike him. “You did not apologized. You accused!” My rage seeped into the voice I projected through the ghost baby, making it roar. “My mother did not summon me to haunt you. You did!” “Oh, God… Oh,
“Aimee went to meet Brent in the gazebo. I followed her.” I could say that much, at least. “Then I got really tired, and I… well, here you are.” He sighed. “This was dangerous. If you had called me before you went, I could have gone with you.” I supposed now that I could have done that, though I w
Aimee’s eyes were red from crying. She carried a full tissue box under her arm, with several tissues bunched into her hands. When Brent saw her, he tossed his megaphone aside, rushed toward her, and dropped onto his knees at her feet. “Aimee,” he said, begging. “I’m so sorry for the way I treated
Asher’s hands formed fists. I pressed against his side. “I want to go.” Her rumors were so outrageous. She only thought I had so many partners because Joseph had gotten mad when he found out I’d spend seven minutes in the closet with Asher during the competition trip. But Joseph and I weren’t excl
I reared backwards in my chair at Asher’s words. He couldn’t be serious? How many other boyfriends do you have? Immediately his hands came up, palms forward in a defensive position. Yet his face remained blank. And a blizzard raged in his eyes. “I’m not judging you, I swear,” he said, voice tight
I couldn’t breathe. Aimee knew who I was. Aimee knew I was pregnant. “Hey! Hey, it’s okay.” Aimee placed her hand on my shoulder. “Breathe with me, alright?” I did as she asked, following as she exaggerated each breath, in and out. In and out. Eventually, slowly, my panic subsided into moderate a