Before You Break

“Hope for what, Daniel?”

“Hope that someday I’ll be normal again, at least a little. That I’ll feel something again, besides numb.” I took a long and deep fortifying breath. One that I hadn’t been able take in so damn long. “Hope that maybe someday I can live again. Really live again.”

I didn’t mention that I also hoped that Ella could be in my life. To help me forget. And make me feel alive. But the thought was certainly there, at the forefront of my mind.

“That’s awesome, Daniel.”

“But . . . how can I live, if he’s dead?”

“Because you just have to. For you. You, Daniel,” she said, and I was begi

The weight of the world that had been living and breathing upon my shoulders was suddenly lifting. Gabby’s voice had become the anchor to the new life I could possibly open myself up to.

“Daniel?” she said. “That’s what I hope for you, too.”

Chapter Nineteen

Ella

“Qui

I rolled my eyes. “Mom said to tell you hello, by the way.”

“I certainly missed her food. My mouth is watering just thinking about it,” she said, smacking her pink lips together. “Did your mom have the potato-and-cheese pillow things again?’

“Pierogies? We made a fresh batch of them that morning,” I said, applying my mascara. “Of course, I brought some home for you. They’re in the freezer.”

“I knew I loved you for a reason, bitch,” she said, her eyes twinkling. “Now tell me about Qui

“He was great. And he seemed to really appreciate being there,” I said, opening my blush compact. “I guess he was raised by na

“Everyone’s got their own brand of shit to deal with,” she said.

“No doubt about that,” I said, thinking about Avery’s miserable upbringing, too.

“I had Be

My blush brush stopped midstride as a cold dread seeped into my stomach. “What do you mean?”

“I told him to ask Nate about Qui

“And?” I was almost afraid to hear what she had to say. I gritted my teeth so hard my gums hurt.

“Apparently Qui

“That seems to fit. He’s definitely a private person,” I said. “The only time I saw him get really animated was talking about his beloved cars.”

“Be

“He seems really good at it, too,” I said, trying to keep the pride out of my voice. “Sounds like he’s only getting his business degree to make Daddy happy.”

“Is his dad a real prick?”

“I don’t know, maybe,” I said. As far as I knew, his parents weren’t around a lot. Were they shitty to him, too? My stomach clenched at the thought.

“So, did Nate say anything about any . . . girls?” I bit my lip and tightened my fist.

“You knew I’d never leave you hanging,” Avery brushed her hair into a low ponytail. “I guess he’s only hooked up with a couple girls at Zach’s bar. And it was always on the down low.”

I huffed out a breath and sagged against the counter.

“Feel better?” Avery asked.

I nodded. My instincts about him had been right so far.

“So . . .” Avery met my gaze in the mirror. “Did anything else happen between the two of you?”

I shrugged, trying to act nonchalant. “We walked to Seymour Park and ended up by the pond.”

“You’re kidding, you asshead,” she said. “And you didn’t tell me this information sooner?”

Heat climbed up my neck. Instead of looking her in the eye, I acted like I was cleaning up my mess on the counter.

Her hands went to her hips. “You were alone at the park?”

“We were alone when we went back to his house for him to change, too, and nothing happened.”

“And at the park?” Avery asked in her impatient, I’m-going-to-kick-your-ass voice.

“He kissed me.” There. I’d said it out loud.

“Shit! Tell me everything, dickhead,” Avery said, gripping my shoulders. “No holding back.”

I spun out of her grasp and strode out of the bathroom. “It was the best kiss of my life.”

She followed me into my room, where I threw myself across my pillows.

“Seriously?” She scooted up on the bed. “So what’s the problem?”

“The problem is: I don’t even know what we’re doing.” I turned on my stomach and buried my face in my pillow. “He goes from telling me nothing can happen to an all-out groping session.”

“That’s understandable,” she said. “There’s been buildup for weeks.”

“You’ve got that right.” I hadn’t been able to think of much else since. “And he said the most amazing things to me. I’ve never . . . had these kind of feelings before.”

“Like what?” Avery said. She picked up a pillow and whacked me with it. “Talk, bitch.”

“He told me I was sexy.” I mumbled into the sheets. “No guy has ever made me feel that way before.”

“No one?” Avery asked, her voice falling an octave.

“No one,” I admitted. I took a deep breath, sat up, and crossed my legs in front of me.

“I knew it,” she said, her voice all smug. “I could totally sense some crazy-good attraction between you two.”

“What kind of crazy-good attraction?” I asked, a giddy smile tugging at my lips. “The kind where, if I ripped off all my clothes, he’d look at me like I was his last meal?”

“That’s the kind I mean,” she said and glanced away wistfully, possibly recounting her crazy-good-looking boyfriend and the chemistry between them.

“What the hell do I do?” I said, gripping my bedsheets like a woman possessed. “Maybe it was just an impulse. Maybe he didn’t mean it. I can’t imagine never kissing those lips again.”

I jumped up and started pacing. I felt like I was losing my mind. “I mean, damn, have you seen those lips?”

“Someone’s got it bad.” Avery laughed. “It’s okay to live in the gray for awhile, Ella. I know you like to have your life all pla

Avery stood to pull a pair of jeans from a shelf in the closet. “Take it from me, I know.”

She and Be

She tugged the denim up her tiny legs. “Plus, you might get some good sex out of it.”

Just thinking about getting physical with Qui

She zipped up and then looked at me. “Had sex with a guy you weren’t in a relationship with?”

I nodded and squirmed. The thought of Qui

“Guess you haven’t,” she said, pulling a black shirt over her head. “Do you want to have sex with him?”

“God, yes,” I said, probably a little too quickly.

“So just roll with it,” she said, like it was the simplest thing in the world.

“Even if it means this guy has the potential to wreck me?” Something constricted in my chest at the very thought. How was I going to protect myself from this gorgeous guy whose kisses had me panting for more?