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“No more running, remember?” His brows furrowed.
“I’m not, I promise.” I wasn’t, but he didn’t need to know what I was doing either. Not yet. I would play Kendall’s game and hope that, in the end, she would back off. And in the meantime, I would cling to Evan, holding on with everything I had.
“Shit, time really flies when you’re having fun,” he grumbled.
“No.” I gasped, arching my body into his. He couldn’t stop now, not when I needed him to calm my nerves.
“Thirty-five minutes, max.”
I brushed my nose along his jaw, following with a kiss. “We can be quick.”
“Becca.” His hands gripped my shoulders. Not forcefully, but with enough bite that I knew he would stop. “I want you so much, but we can’t keep doing this.”
My head rolled to the side.
“Becca…”
“I don’t know what you want me to say.”
“Talk to me, please.”
“There’s nothing to say, Evan. I wanted to spend what little time I have with you, alone, close to you. Is that such a crime?”
His hand palmed my cheek, urging me to look at him. “No, it isn’t. But I know you, Becca. I know something is going on with you. Is it Kendall? Is she—”
I pushed Evan away, wriggling out from under him until I was sitting on the edge of the bed. “It has nothing to do with Kendall.”
Liar.
He shuffled behind me. His arms went around my waist, his chin dropping to my shoulder. “So what is it?”
“My mom, she…”
Liar.
“I’m right here.” His lips connected with the skin right below my ear.
“She’s riding me hard about you. Giving me the ‘You don’t have time for boys’ speech. I think she’s worried about my grades and college applications.”
LIAR.
That was more like a half truth. She was worried. But it wasn’t the reasonIwas worried.
“She doesn’t think I’m good enough for you.”
I flinched at the defeated tone in his voice. “Evan, I… That’s not it.”
Shit.
This wasn’t the conversation I wanted to be having right now. Not when I had to leave so soon. I twisted my body, sitting in his lap. “Don’t think that. It’s not about you, I promise.”
“You’re making a lot of promises lately.”
I frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing, Becca. It means nothing.”
God. I hated this: the distance, the secrets between us.
