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Chapters (62)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Epigraph
  4. Chapter One
  5. Chapter Two
  6. Chapter Three
  7. Chapter Four
  8. Chapter Five
  9. Chapter Six
  10. Chapter Seven
  11. Chapter Eight
  12. Chapter Nine
  13. Chapter Ten
  14. Chapter Eleven
  15. Chapter Twelve
  16. Chapter Thirteen
  17. Chapter Fourteen
  18. Chapter Fifteen
  19. Chapter Sixteen
  20. Chapter Seventeen
  21. Chapter Eighteen
  22. Chapter Nineteen
  23. Chapter Twenty
  24. Chapter Twenty-one
  25. Chapter Twenty-two
  26. Chapter Twenty-three
  27. Chapter Twenty-four
  28. Chapter Twenty-five
  29. Chapter Twenty-six
  30. Chapter Twenty-seven
  31. Chapter Twenty-eight
  32. Chapter Twenty-nine
  33. Chapter Thirty
  34. Chapter Thirty-one
  35. Chapter Thirty-two
  36. Chapter Thirty-three
  37. Chapter Thirty-four
  38. Chapter Thirty-five
  39. Chapter Thirty-six
  40. Chapter Thirty-seven
  41. Chapter Thirty-eight
  42. Chapter Thirty-nine
  43. Chapter Forty
  44. Chapter Forty-one
  45. Chapter Forty-two
  46. The Letter
  47. Chapter Forty-three
  48. Chapter Forty-four
  49. Chapter Forty-five
  50. Chapter Forty-six
  51. Chapter Forty-seven
  52. Chapter Forty-eight
  53. Chapter Forty-nine
  54. Chapter Fifty
  55. Chapter Fifty-one
  56. Chapter Fifty-two
  57. Chapter Fifty-three
  58. Author’s Note
  59. Resources
  60. Acknowledgments
  61. About the Author
  62. What’s next onyour reading list?

Now he’s here, on the brown suede couch, where Jordan used to sit, and it’s surreal. That day in drama when I found out who he was, I never imagined this. I never imagined he’d be sitting next to me, listening to me talk about things I’ve never thought I’d say out loud.

His brown hair flops over his forehead, and these fucking feelings arise in my chest, and it isn’t good. It is NOT GOOD.

I’ve been a ghost for so long.

Chapter Twenty-eight

Chapter Twenty-Eight

I want to kiss her. She’s sitting here next to me, telling me all these stories about her brother, and all I can think is how much I want to kiss her. I’m having yet another Jesus Christ, Zach, you are an enormous douche bag moment, because I know—I know how inappropriate it would be to do that. I can’t help it. I want to anyway.

I put my hand on the couch a few inches from hers, and it takes all my willpower to stop myself from grabbing hers. I know if I do, her eyes will lose the light that’s started to come back into them and we’ll be back to where we were before, with lectures about inappropriate touching and bad timing.

It’s a struggle, though. To pay attention to her words and look at her eyes.

It’s a serious struggle.

Chapter Twenty-nine

Chapter Twenty-Nine

I keep talking. I don’t understand why I can’t shut up, because for so long I could do nothing BUT shut up. Zach puts his hand on the couch, fingers splayed, and for a moment I think he’s going to grab my hand, but he doesn’t. And I talk and talk, and I think that maybe it’s for the best.

No, it’s definitely for the best.

But then my dumb hand decides to go rogue and do whatever it damn well pleases, and all of a sudden, it’s inching closer to his.

When our hands touch, his eyes widen in surprise.

Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty

I’m trying to decide whether I’m reading too much into the fact that her hand is inching toward mine, and then, all of a sudden, we’re touching.

Chapter Thirty-one

Chapter Thirty-One

My heart’s beating so loud I’m pretty sure they can hear it on the other side of the planet. Back in my more mentally sound days, I never made the first move.

I feel naked.

Chapter Thirty-two

Chapter Thirty-Two

I can either sit here with my hand flopping under hers like a limp fish, or I can take charge of my life for once.

Fuck it.

I reach out, slow, put my other hand on her cheek. Her skin is soft. Our eyes meet, and for once I don’t need to know what’s going to happen, and I don’t want to hide.

Chapter Thirty-three

Chapter Thirty-Three