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“You’re going to the other side of the island? Is that where your date lives?” Sky asks curiously, trying to pin down who her sister is knocking boots with.
If Daisy is going to the rich side of the island, then there is only one person she’s hooking up with, and that’s Derrick Monroe. He texted me a few days ago saying he’s home from college on the mainland for Thanksgiving. I guess Daisy got the same memo and is taking full advantage of his little hiatus back at Thatcher’s Bay.
"Thanks, sweetheart. I appreciate it,” Clara says regarding Daisy’s offer of driving her to work.
Daisy promptly nods and tells us she also has to get ready, leaving Sky’s question intentionally unanswered. Not wanting to be left alone with Sky in the kitchen, I excuse myself and take my dinner upstairs to my room, locking myself in.
An hour passes by before I hear a soft knock on my bedroom door. I stare holes at it, wondering if I should open it or just leave Sky hanging like she left me for the better part of the day. It would serve her right. When she knocks again, my resolve breaks, getting up from my bed and swinging the door open for her.
“What?” I grumble, trying hard not to stare at her heart-shaped face or her Cupid's bow lips.
“Are you busy?” she asks nervously, wringing her hands together behind her back.
“Yes. What do you want?” I ask sternly, crossing my arms over my chest.
“Mom and Daisy have left for the night, so I was wondering if you wanted to see a movie with me.”
“Not in the mood.”
“Oh, okay,” she says, her sad gaze falling to the floor for a split second. But all too soon does she remember herself and snap those silver eyes that feel like bullets to my chest right back at me. “Are you angry at me or something? Did I do something to upset you?”
“I've been angry at you since the day you moved in, or haven't you been paying attention?”
“No, that isn’t it.” She shakes her head, looking suddenly just as angry as I feel. “You're pissed at me because of something else. It's about last night, isn’t it? You regret what we did and now you're taking it out on me, aren't you? Well, listen here, buddy. It takes two to tango. You let it happen, too. You touched me because you wanted to. Nobody forced you to,” she yells at me, pointing a menacing finger in my face.
“Don’t you think I fucking know that?” I shout back, pushing her finger away from me.
“God, I’m so stupid,” she mumbles, eyes shut, pressing a closed fist on the center of her forehead before she drops it and looks up at me again. “I really thought yesterday was special. That maybe, just maybe, things would be different between us now. But nothing’s changed, has it? We’re right back where we started from. Awesome! Message received, Noah. I'll pretend nothing happened either since it’s obvious you already have.” She turns to leave, but then turns to face me again, true misery starting to water her eyes. “Fuck you, Noah Fontaine. Just…fuck you.”
When she turns around to leave me again, I grab her arm and pull her into my room, slamming her back against the wall after I’ve kicked my door shut.
“What do you want from me, Skylar? You want to be my girlfriend? My sister? What?!” I blurt out hurriedly, on the fringe of losing all control.
“How about a friend? Can't we at least be friends?” she croaks, unshed tears adding a strain to her voice.
"No. I could never be your friend.”
“Why not?” she asks, hurt, a stray tear falling down her cheek.
“Because every time I look at you, all I want to do is either yell at you or kiss you,” I confess exasperatedly, gently wiping the tear with the pad of my thumb.
“You've already yelled at me today. What's stopping you from kissing me instead?” she whispers, her melodic voice pulling me deeper into her web. She goes to her tippy-toes and presses her temple against mine, making me instantly groan and close my eyes.
“Huh, Noah? Why don’t you just kiss me?”
“Because if I do that…if I kiss you…then I'm not going to be able to stop.”
“Who says you have to?”
I breathe her in, my breath hitching as her lips draw nearer to mine.
“Little stalker, don’t…”
“Stop me then.”
But I don’t stop her.
I can’t.
