eth Ha

ng to marry

lake's best friend and the tea

n the hallway, my foot in a heavy cast, leaning against the cool cinderb

sy, unthinking arrogance. "Who else would I marry? Lis is perfect. She'

l, hopeful flutter a

the transfer chick?" Mark p

something thrilling. "Dude, Kris is... exciting. She's a mess. E

marry a roller coaster. You marry the beautiful, safe harbor. You marry Lis. Th

seeping through my

wasn't his endgame. I

ce for a future wife, while he

g a Tupperware container filled with a fragrant, stea

she cooed, handing it to Blake, who had opened the do

s two separate worlds from colliding, fawned over

the couch, the coldness in m

seeing me, the girl he supposedly loved, in pain. He was seeing a proble

n't be l

, perfect performance. "I'm always doing the wrong thi

ing a comforting arm around her shoulders,

dening into a command. "Lis, drink

fficult, echoed in the sudden

lty. My pain was

t me and forced down a few spoonfuls. The soup

in my lips. Then my tongue. A familiar, terrifying heat be

Blake knew all about, one that had s

in the glove compa

oor, my lungs on fire, my

de, gasping,

ting them in a soft, intimate glow. He was in the passen

ed in his hair. He was completely lost in

ommanded me to drink, while fifty feet away, he was