Buried secrets, two girls with the same face, and a boy who loved too much.
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When Travis and Nicole meet on a bus for the first time, he thinks she's his ex, Rachel, who broke his heart two years ago. But he doesn't understand why she's pretendin...
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Let's hear it, girl. Let's fucking hear why you did what you did.
Oh my god. He's angry with me. He's so angry with me. I was visibly shaking as tears slid down my cheeks.
Now that I had successfully fled from the beach and into the privacy of our assigned room, they wouldn't stop flowing. I couldn't stop shuddering. I felt raw, both inside and out.
I could see him from the tall glass windows from up here. He was in the glowing pool, the underwater lights on, shirtless, his anger evident in the way he took furious laps back and forth. It made my stomach clench painfully, knowing the fury was directed at me. Knowing I was the cause.
You gave Dylan a chance. Even Dylan.
Because that was Dylan. I didn't have any scary feelings for Dylan. I hadn't reached that level with him yet.
I pressed my forehead softly against the clear glass window, placed a palm against it, and made my eyes stay on his frantic movements, as if he were warring with the water.
Why this rush? I thought with despair. Why won't he give me time? This was all too much for me to deal with at once. I hadn't known-
Oh, but you have.
My mind flashed back to earlier when Luke had put his arms around me, and Heath had said he was making Travis jealous. There were other signs, too, but I'd refused to be hopeful, because what if I was reading too much into things? And so I'd brushed them all off.
But even those signs couldn't be enough. Not in my wildest fantasies had I thought he wanted me this much. I'd seen the controlled fury in his eyes as they blasted me to tiny particles on that shore. I'd felt hot even when the cold breeze trickled over my bare legs and arms. For the second time, he'd seen my tears as I trembled and cried.
I'd never expected him to look at me like that.
But the thing was, no matter how strong the attraction burned between us, I didn't know much about him. Even if he was as crazy for me as I was for him, did we necessarily have to rush? Would it be sensible for me to throw myself into something this intense without having a certain ground of control?
I wracked my brain for everything I knew about Travis. He was kind and generous. He was funny and caring. Everyone around him adored him. He was the brother of an idol in the dance world, but was this knowledge enough to jump into something with him?
What about the other sides I haven't had the time to see yet? What would I find?
It's all or nothing.
He wouldn't give me time to think or to know what to do. Instead, he was snatching away what I had come to cherish—the friendship that was blooming between us. I couldn't help but feel like I was being shoved into a tight corner where I was supposed to give in despite my concerns. That wasn't fair.
