A moment later, as he pulls away from the curb, I’m assuming the ride to school will be awkward with my sister in the back. It’s confirmed when she asks, “So what’s the deal with you and my sister?”
He laughs shortly and rubs the back of his neck like something is there, tickling, tapping.
“Tamra.” Clutching the dashboard, I turn and glare at her. “There is no deal.”
She snorts. “Well, we wouldn’t be sitting here if that was the case now, would we?”
I open my mouth to demand she end the interrogation when Will’s voice stops me.
“I like your sister. A lot.”
I look at him dumbly.
He looks at me, lowers his voice to say, “I like you.”
I know that, I guess, but heat still crawls over my face. I swing forward in my seat, cross my arms over my chest and stare straight ahead. Can’t stop shivering. Can’t speak. My throat hurts too much.
“Jacinda,” he says.
“I think you’ve shocked her,” Tamra offers, then sighs. “Look, if you like her, you have to make it legit. I don’t want everyone at school whispering about her like she’s some toy you get your kicks with in a stairwell.”
Now I really can’t speak. My blood burns. I already have one mother doing her best to control my life. I don’t need my sister stepping in as mother number two.
I know,” he says. “That’s what I’m trying to do now—if she’ll let me.”
I feel his gaze on the side of my face. Anxious. Waiting. I look at him. A breath shudders from me at the intensity in his eyes.
He’s serious. But then he would have to be. If he’s willing to break free of his self-imposed solitude for me, especially when he suspects there’s more to me than I’m telling him . . . he means what he’s saying.
His thumb beats a staccato rhythm on the steering wheel as he drives. “I want to be with you, Jacinda.” He shakes his head. “I’m dong fighting it.”
“Jeez,” Tamra mutters.
And I know what she means. It seems too much. The declaration extreme. Fast. After all, we’re only sixteen . . .
I start, jerk a little.
I think he’s sixteen.

Author: Sophie Jordan