When I get into the room, though, I’m a little surprised to see that no one’s sitting in the living room area – that there’s only a little covered plate there, apparently waiting for me.“Over here!” Rafe calls, and I turn my head to see him sitting on his bed with Jackson across from him, a bunch o
“No, skip this one,” I murmur a little later when I’m curled up next to Jesse in the nook, freshly showered and finally eating my dinner. “It’s too sad, when they break up –““But there are so many good jokes in this one,” Jesse protests, casting a hand out towards the tiny DVD player in his lap. “W
I laugh, wrinkling my nose at him. “It was a spur-of-the-moment decision. But she’s fine, Jesse. I invited her up tomorrow night for the party.”“Really?” he asks, bursting into a smile. “That will be great.”“Yeah,” I say with a happy sigh, resting my head back down on his shoulder. “I told her you
The next thing I know, Jackson and I are cliffside and he is snatching me close to him with a wicked snarl, surprising a laugh out of me that he quickly silences with a proper kiss – the long, deep, knee-jellying kind that quickly has me rather desperate, pressing my body tight against him and windi
“Well, it’s your lucky day, Jacks,” I say, giving him a big smile. “Because…I kind of asked about that when she froze time and we had a little…secret meeting.”“What?” he asks, sitting up a little.I laugh, nodding. “Yeah, I couldn’t resist - couldn’t not know. She told me that I’m your only mate -
I squeal – just a tiny bit – with excitement when I wake up in the morning, pressing my hands to Jackson’s chest and sitting up, looking over at Rafe and Jesse’s bed through the still-open curtain.“Is it time?” I ask, gleeful. “Can we go? Did the weapons come? Did they deliver my paintball rifle?”
“I know, it’s gross,” Jesse says, slumping next to me with his arms crossed, doing his best to live up to his worthless and profligate reputation.I grin, nudging him with my elbow. “You’re probably good at it too.”“Yes,” he says, turning bored eyes my way, “but unlike the rest of you, I choose not
“It’s so beautiful,” I gasp, on my knees in front of the newly-opened case that holds my paintball sniper rifle, which is matte black and obviously brand spanking new. The helicopters have just pulled away and we’re in a secluded, thick patch of trees that’s growing on a plateau halfway down the cli