He grabs my mouth and kisses me hard and fast. I pull him to me and hold him close.

“Hey guys! Will. Jessie!”

I jerk up and fling my hands around my breasts. It’s Gavin. He’s calling us and he’s not far away. Will swears and grabs my T-shirt. He hands it to me and I thrust it over my head. I shove my bra in my pocket. Will moves just as fast. In seconds, we’re both fully clothed and standing five feet apart. My heart hammers in my chest and I stare at Will.

What the heck did I just do?

Last night I could chalk up to a mistake, but today…I invited him to kiss me. I…wanted him to? Yeah, I did.

“Will? Jessie?” shouts Gavin.

I hear the snap of dry branches under bike tires.

“Over here,” Will calls.

He glances at me, takes in my expression, my clenched hands and the fact that I can’t hold his gaze.

“You have a twig,” he says. He steps closer and reaches up to my hair.

Yes. I want his fingers threading through my hair. The realization makes me flinch. Will stiffens in response. Then he pulls the twig out and drops it to the ground.

He takes a good six steps back, and when I gather the courage to look at him again, all the warmth and yearning and openness is gone. His face is closed-off and expressionless and his stance is cold.

I want to go to him and tell him I didn’t flinch because of him, but because I’m so confused. Because how can I feel these things for Will when Gavin is my soul mate?

“Will?” I look down the trail. Gavin is fifty feet away, just past the rickety log bridge.

“Yes?” His jaw clenches.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper.

He shakes his head and looks away.

“Hey Jessie, watch this,” shouts Gavin.

Will and I both turn to look. Gavin is at the bridge. He pulls up on his handlebars and the front tires leave the ground in an impressive wheelie. Then, he brings his front wheel down on the three logs. When he does, the logs split apart. There’s a loud crack. Gavin yelps and tries to maneuver his bike.

I watch, completely stunned, as the bridge collapses and Gavin and his bike plunge into the rock-strewn water.

“Holy heck!” I shake off my shock and run toward the stream.

Will’s faster. He reaches the stream and stands at the edge. Gavin lies in a pile of rocks, and the water rushes over him. His bike is tangled over his legs. He sputters and coughs.

“You okay?”

“Dang. Ahh. Dang.” Gavin tries to sit up and falls back against the rocks. “I think I broke something.”