Chapters (31)
- Cover
- Praise for Faker
- TITLES BY SARAH SMITH
- Dedication
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
- What’s next onyour reading list?
Shuffling his feet, he glances at the ground. “I thought you might, um, need it. For your, uh, lips.”
“Okay . . .”
I wait another second, but he says nothing. His eyes dart from me to the ground to the side and then back at me.
“Well, thanks.”
I turn away to walk back, but then he speaks, stopping me.
“I’m not going back to Chicago. After the festival, I mean.”
I take a step toward him. “What?”
“I’m staying here in Maui.”
“You are?”
He nods.
“Don’t you have a job and an apartment waiting for you?” I’m stunned at how hard my voice is in this moment. I should be happy. The guy I have feelings for, the guy I fantasize about on a regular basis, the guy I want more than anyone else in the world is staying here. But all I can process is shock.
Despite what I’ve said, the expression on his face reads tender. “I don’t care about any of that.”
My heart lodges in my throat. It also ceases beating. “What are you . . .”
His chest heaves with a single breath, and his hazel eyes lock on me. He steps forward and takes my face in his hands. Instantly I’m calm, I’m soft, I’m at ease.
“I want to be with you, Nikki. I want to stay here in Maui and give us a proper shot.” His voice is a cross between a whisper and a growl. Soft and scratchy.
“But that’s not what we agreed to.”
His hands fall away from me. Confusion takes over his formerly affectionate expression. “I know that, but . . . Don’t you feel this thing between us?”
I feel it every time I see him, every time he’s in the vicinity, every time I see his name light up my phone screen. It’s all proof of just how much this thing between us has grown. I care for Callum more than I’ve cared for anyone I’ve ever been with.
But I can’t do more than what we’re doing now. That would require a commitment, an emotional investment. It would require me steeling myself for the inevitable day that I lose him. And I don’t have the strength to do that.
Callum continues to gaze at me, eyes hopeful, waiting for me to say that yes, I feel every single thing he feels right now.
But all I do is shake my head.