“Oooooooh!” Macy clutches her hands to her chest and pretends to swoon. “If you don’t kiss that boy soon, I’m going to disown you. Or I’m going to kiss him myself.”
“I’m sure Cam would appreciate that.” I trace my finger over the individual letters of every word he wrote, one after the other, even knowing it makes me look as starry-eyed as I feel.
“Hey, Cam’s always talking about doing things for the greater good. Here’s his chance to put his money where his mouth is.”
“You kissing Jaxon is for the greater good?” I open the book to the first page.
“Me kissing Jaxon as your proxy is definitely for the greater good. Put you both out of your misery.” She bats her eyelashes. “Though it definitely wouldn’t be a sacrifice.”
“How about we make a pact? You keep your lips off Jaxon and I’ll keep mine off Cam?”
“Wooo!” Macy shouts so loud, it makes me jump. “I knew last night you were into him, with your babbling and your I-we-he stuff.”
“I didn’t say I was into him.” But it’s kind of hard not to fall for him at least a little after a morning like this one.
“You didn’t say you weren’t, either.”
I roll my eyes. “Don’t you have a class to go to?”
“Trying to get rid of me?” But she climbs off my bed, starts straightening her hair in the mirror over the dresser.
“I am, yes.” I hold up the book. “I want to start reading.”
“I bet you do.” She makes kissy faces at me. “Oh, Edward, I love you so much! Whoops, I mean Jaxon.”
I throw a pillow at her, but she just laughs and grabs her backpack. Then she gives me a quick wave before heading out the door.
The second Macy’s gone, I sink back onto the bed and hold Twilight to my chest. Jaxon sent me a love story. I mean, yeah, it’s about a vampire, but it’s still a love story. And that quote… I didn’t want to show it in front of my cousin, but swooooooooon.
I grab my phone and fire off a text to Jaxon.
Me: Swoon emoji
Jaxon: Don’t get too starry-eyed
Jaxon: It’s supposed to be a warning
Jaxon: Winky kiss emoji
Me: Of what?
Jaxon: Things that go bump in the night
Jaxon: You never can be too careful
Me: I like scary stories
Jaxon: But do you like the monsters in them?
Me: I guess it depends on the monster
Jaxon: I guess we’ll see, then, won’t we?
Me: I don’t know what that means
I start to text more—his mood is so different than it was earlier, and I want to get to the bottom of the change—but there’s yet another knock on my door.
Me: Hey, did you send me something else????????
Jaxon: Why don’t you open the door and find out?
Me: That sounds like a yes
Me: You don’t have to do this, you know
Me: I mean, I appreciate it so much
Me: But it’s not necessary
Jaxon: Grace
Jaxon: Open the door
I start making my way across the room to the door, thrilled that since the Advil kicked in, walking doesn’t hurt as much, and my limp is a lot less pronounced. Then, right before I open the door, I text:
Me: How do you know I haven’t already opened the door?
“Because I think I would have noticed,” he answers from where he’s standing on the other side of the beaded curtain.
“Jaxon!” I squeak out his name, my free hand going to my hair automatically in an effort to smooth down the mess. “You’re here.”
He lifts a brow. “You want me to go?”
“No, of course not! Come on in.” I hold the door open as I step back.
“Thanks.” He jerks a little as he steps over the threshold and Macy’s beads brush against him.
“I don’t know why Macy insists on keeping those up when they shock people on the regular,” I say, swatting the annoying things out of the way so I can close the door. “Are you okay?”
“I have no idea.” His eyes meet mine for the first time, and the happiness bubbling inside me dies down as I realize the blankness is back.
“Oh, well.” I duck my head, suddenly way self-conscious around this guy who I’ve had no trouble talking to all day. “Thanks for the book.”
He shakes his head, but at least he’s smiling when he answers. “I thought it might give you something to do while you’re resting your ankle.” He looks at me pointedly.
“Hey, I was in bed. You’re the one who knocked on my door.”