Page 12 (1/2)

Seriously, when did breathing get so hard?

"I should ask Matt," I finally say, even though normally I would have turned down a party invite in a heartbeat "But I’m pretty sure he’ll say yes" Norht

Matt coughs next to h, I hear a not-so-subtle "YES"

Silas picks up the end of e fingers "Good"

On a whihtly run er across the back of it, just below his bloodied knuckles

"And you’ll letto fixtone is like a punch straight to the chest Or the baby fan of blood"

His lips are still at my ear, and he lowers his voluet you dirty Unless you ask real nice"

I don’t evenI can’tOh my God

I plant my elbow in his side and use it to pry onna have to use smaller words with irl driving snorts, and I shoot Silas a look "Does that ever actually work?"

He leans close to me, and this time the words are only for me, soft and seductive and al "Maybe I can’t tell if you’re even serious"

His fingers tug on my braid, and his hazel eyes hold mine He certainly looks serious And I wish I hadn’t said anything because a serious Silas is so erous boy, and I ht have been better off if they had left me handcuffed to that pole outside the shelter Then I think about what a guy like Silas could do with handcuffs, and I’ closer to hi, I feelbad Like I could do sos

And like them A lot

I stay silent the rest of the ride as Silas directs the girl up front to the bar where he’d left his vehicle Every few er or an elbow, but I keep my eyes fixed forward because I’ain About how I still haven’t calledeight days About all the ways in which this (like much of what I’ve done today) is an incredibly stupid idea

Or a brilliant one Still working on that