“He lasted this long. I’m sure he can last another few weeks or months. Maybe a year.” Blake was way too serious.
“Thanks, but really, you don’t have to worry.”
“Well, I am. You are way too cool to go to the looney bin.”
“My roommates will disagree. They think I’m boring.”
“They said that?”
“I overheard them.”
“Well, they don’t know you the way we do. Because something tells me you don’t let them.”
“It’s not that easy, okay?”
He nodded, and then the corner of his lips pulled into a soft grin before he flickered his peacock blue eyes at me. “You met my sister?”
“Yeah, she talks a lot.”
He smiled. “Always had that. She is a real blabbermouth.”
“She is cool. She might think I’m weird, as I don’t listen to half of the things coming out of her lips. So many people circling around her because of you. It’s claustrophobic.”
“It will quiet down, I promise. Orientation week is just everything at once, in your face. They settle down once they become part of the entire system.” He laid down on the roof with his hands behind his head, closing his eyes. I couldn’t stop staring at his beauty and wanted to kick him because how he made me fall in love with him.
“I hope so. So what, this is like your last year or are you still going to grace us with your presence next year?”
He chuckled without opening his eyes. “Yeah, I’m sorry, but you are stuck with me next year too.”
“Great,” I breathed.
He opened his one eye and stared at me. “Thanks, Elena. You make me feel so special.”
I chuckled. “Sorry, I told you I was hanging on a thread.”
He pulled me by my arm and I fell down next to him, falling on my elbow.
“Ow.” I rubbed the pain that shot up into my arm.
“Sorry, you make me claustrophobic sitting while I’m laying down. You tried maybe climbing that thread to get to more solid ground?”
“Any suggestions will be helpful.”
“Tell your father you are not mentally ready for Saturday.”
“I can’t. I have to try.” Silence lingered as I let the rays wash their warmth over me again. “So you ever tried to claim him?”
“What?” Blake asked. I knew he was looking at me because of the angle his voice came from.
I covered my eyes from the sun and turned my head to look at him. “You tried to claim the Rubicon? Lucian tried twice.”
His lips twitched. “No, I’m not that crazy.”
I punched him playfully on his stomach. He grunted and rubbed the spot my fist connected with.
I chuckled at his playful protesting.
“This is insane. It feels like a huge, fat nightmare, to be honest. But every time when I face Micha, she makes it crystal clear that it’s my life now.”
