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rubbing his face. “I’m coming over.”
“No,” I say. “It’s late. I’m going to fall asleep soon anyway. You can be sweet to me tomorrow.”
“I’m going to kick your ass tomorrow.”
I smile. “Really? You really think so?”
“Go to bed, Sloane.” He doesn’t sound nearly as amused as he normally would. “I’ll be there early to pick you up. And please,” James says, “don’t do anything else stupid tonight.”
I swallow hard, too exhausted to cry anymore, and agree. After I hang up, I pull the comforter over my head. I think about my brother in my last moments of consciousness—guilt heavy in my chest. Sometimes it hurts so much that I pretend he never existed at all, as if that can make me okay. But then I remember his smile, his jokes, his . . . life. And I understand what my parents have lost and why they’re so concerned about me. I ask myself if I’d be different if I were them, but I don’t know the answer.
• • •
I feel a light touch on my cheek, and my eyes flutter open. James looks down at me as he stands next to my bed, his face worried. “We’re going to be late for school,” he says. “Your mom finally sent me up here to get you.”
I feel confused and glance at the clock, seeing that it’s past eight. I get up on my elbows and look around the room, disoriented. When I do, James moves to sit on the edge of my bed. “Let me see your arm,” he says, taking it before I can agree.
He peels back the bandage and I wince. “I’m really unhappy with you right now,” he says, not looking at me, just examining my burn. “I like your skin better without the scars.” His eyes meet mine, and then he leans down to kiss just above the tender spot on my arm. He climbs onto the bed and gets under the sheets next to me, not caring that my parents are downstairs and could come up at any second.
“I know it’s not easy,” he whispers, his breath warm as his lips touch my ear. “But we have to push through.” He picks up one of my curls and twists it around his finger, wrapping and unwrapping. “Every morning I think this will be it, the day I get sick. The day the handlers will flag me, take me. And I don’t want to get out of bed. But I do. Because I can’t leave you here alone.”
At the thought of losing him, I reach out to take his hand, squeezing my fingers between his.
“We have to fake it to make it,” he says, sounding bitter. “And I don’t make it without you, baby. Brady told us to take care of each other, and I’m not going to let him down again.”
“I’m tired of faking it.”
“So am I.” He breathes. “So am I.”
He pulls our held hands to his mouth and kisses mine. Then he turns and puts his lips on my neck. “Let’s ditch,” he murmurs between kisses. “We’ll say you have an appointment and go to the river, lie around in the sun all day.”
I smile. “Didn’t we do that yesterday?”
“Yes. But I could use another day off.” He takes my thigh and pulls it over his, leaning in to kiss my collarbone.
“Stop,” I say, but it’s halfhearted. Truth is, I could use the heat that James gives me. But before we get too far, he sighs and pulls away.
“You’re right. I really shouldn’t take advantage of you when you’re injured.” He sits up, pulling back the cover and exposing my pajamas. “Wear a skirt maybe,” he says. “Staring at your legs always puts me in a better mood.” He flashes that broad smile as he stands. He goes to my door and pauses, his facade nearly crumbling. But without looking back, he nods and then goes downstairs.
CHAPTER FIVE
WHEN WE PULL INTO THE PARKING LOT, I GO TO climb out of the car when James catches my hand. “Hey,” he says seriously. “I have to tell you something before we go in.”
My heart skips a beat. “What?”
“I didn’t want to say anything when we were at your house, but Miller broke into Lacey’s bedroom last night, hoping to talk to her. He thinks he might get flagged today. I’ll let him tell you the rest. But he’s okay. He’s alive.”
I lower my head and try to catch my breath, taking my hand from James’s before