“We’re turning into a hostel,” she says pointedly.
“Only for a few months.”
“Elowyn can have my room for now,” Mom offers. “I’ve been picking up some extra hours at the hospital lately.”
She blushes.
“You mean you’ve been staying late to eat dinner with that doctor you’re seeing?” I challenge.
“Who told you?” Mom whisper-yells.
No one told me. But Mom has been smiling more and working longer hours.
I put two and two together.
“Come on,” I say to her. “Let’s go help Grandma and Grandpa finish up cleaning.”
“You’re a good big brother, you know that?” Mom says.
I don’t know if I agree with her. I should have helped Elowyn plan the funeral.
Maybe I didn’t do that.
But I’m going to clean up the mess.
That’s a good start.
Chapter Thirty-Three
The Greatest Adventure
Ingrid
“I can’t believe how many of us are sleeping in this house,” Wilder says between kisses in the shower. “There’s no alone time.”
Cramped. It’s been really cramped.
I know we shouldn’t be doing this right now. Sex. Shower. Thin walls.
But his fingers are slipping dangerously low and I don’t know if I can resist the look in his green eyes.
Like I’m everything he’s ever dreamed of.
“Do you remember,” he mutters against my ear as his fingers stroke my inner thigh, “the first time we had sex?”
Yep. I’m done for.
“Your room,” I sigh. “On the bed.”
Wilder’s free hand finds the back of my neck and he kisses me. Hard. Teeth gnash and tongues twist and our bodies slide against each other, soap and water making it slippery.
It’s been a year since we made that Lonely Summer Bucket List. And now? Now, we’re moving to New York. I just… I can’t believe that Fanny Allred made all this happen.
That she framed Jason, convinced Cash to go backpacking in Europe and helped me see the truth.
I love Wilder.
Maybe some part of me always has.
