Heart Bones - Colleen Hoover Page 0,38
intrusive question,” I say.
“If you knew the answer, you’d realize it was.”
He’s right. This is going to be a challenge. But I don’t think he realizes how competitive I can be. I did earn a full ride to Penn State thanks to my commitment to winning.
“Sara said you’re going into the Air Force Academy?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“It’s a family tradition.”
“Ah,” I say. “A morsel. So your father was in the Air Force?”
“Yes. And my grandfather.”
“How is your family so rich? The military doesn’t pay that well.”
“Some people go into the military for the esteem. Not the pay.”
“Do you want to go to the Air Force or are you doing it because it’s expected of you?”
“I want to go.”
“That’s good.”
I don’t know if it’s him or the current, but he’s even closer now. One of my legs is between his knees and my thigh occasionally brushes his. I might be doing it on purpose, which surprises me. Maybe he is too.
“What’s your favorite animal?” I ask.
“Whale.”
“Favorite food?”
“Seafood.”
“Favorite thing to do?”
“Swim.”
I laugh. “These are typical beach rat answers. I’ll never get anywhere.”
“Ask better questions,” he says pointedly.
Another challenge. We stare at each other with heaviness while I think of a question I really want an answer to. “Sara said you don’t do relationships—that you only date girls who are here on vacations. Why is that?”
He doesn’t answer. Another question that’s off limits, I guess. “Okay, too private. I’ll think of an easier question.”
“No, I’m going to answer that one,” he says. “I’m just trying to figure out how.” He lowers himself until the water is level with his chin. I do the same. I like that all we can focus on right now are each other’s eyes. Although his aren’t very telling.
“I don’t trust easily.”
I wasn’t expecting that answer. I was expecting him to say he likes being single, or something equally stereotypical.
“Why? Did you get your heart broken?”
He presses his lips together while he ponders that question. “Yeah,” he says flatly. “Crushed me. Her name was Darya.”
The fact that he said her name out loud causes an unexpected, tiny sliver of jealousy to poke at me from the inside. I want to ask him what happened, but I don’t really want the answer.
“What’s it like?” I ask him.
“Having my heart broken?”
I nod.
He pushes a floating piece of seaweed away from us. “Have you never been in love?”
I laugh. “No. Not even close. I’ve never loved anyone, nor have I ever been loved by anyone.”
“Yes you have,” he says. “Family counts.”
I shake my head again, because even if family counted, my answer would remain the same. My father barely knows me. My mother wasn’t capable of loving me.
I look away from him and stare out at the open water. “I don’t have that kind of family,” I say quietly. “Not a lot of people have mothers like mine. I don’t even remember her hugging me. Not once.” I cut my eyes back to his. “Now that I think about it, I’m not even sure I’ve ever been hugged.”
“How is that possible?”
“I mean, I’ve hugged people as a greeting. A quick hello or a quick goodbye hug. But I’ve never been…I don’t know how to put it.”
“Held?”
I nod. “Yeah. That’s a better description, I guess. I’ve never been held by anyone. I don’t know what that’s like. I try to avoid it, actually. It seems like it would be weird.”
“I guess it depends on who’s holding you.”
My throat feels thick. I swallow and nod in agreement, but say nothing.
“It surprises me that you don’t think your father loves you. He seems like a nice guy.”
“He doesn’t know me. This is the first time I’ve seen him in since I was sixteen. I know more about you than I do about him.”
“That’s not very much.”
“Exactly,” I say, facing him full-on again.
Samson’s knee brushes high up on my inner thighs this time and I’m glad he can’t see anything from my chin down, because my body is covered in chills right now.
“I didn’t think there were many people in the world like me,” he says.
“You think we’re alike?” I want to laugh at that comparison, but there’s not an ounce of humor in his expression.
“I believe we have a lot more in common than you think we do, Beyah.”
“You think you’re as alone in this world as I am?”
He folds his lips together and nods his head, and it’s the most honest thing I’ve ever seen. I never would have thought someone so well off could have a