rainy, so Jacob wasn’t away from home as much.
When the semester ended, I hoped to hang out for another three-day weekend, but Mrs. Lindsey took him to visit some university.
Unfortunately, only one of the schools on his list was in L.A.
Dad went away for Spring Break on business and Mom left to visit my brother. Dad and Andrew butted heads if they were in the same room and both of them were too stubborn to get over it. Since Andrew wouldn’t come home, Mom went to him when she could.
It was the first time they’d left me home alone for a weekend.
I climbed in through Jacob’s window that night.
He offered half of his bed. After making him promise to be a gentleman, I got under the covers, back to him, and sighed in relief.
I woke up in the morning feeling a weight across the middle of me. His arm was draped over my ribs, his fingers laced with mine, and breathing on my neck.
One part of me wanted to stay being held.
The other fifteen-year-old part was freaking out and thought flight was in order.
I carefully slid out from under his arm, stood, and snatched my pillow. He mumbled in his sleep and stretched his arm out where I’d been.
He looked so cute dead asleep, his face like an angel’s.
Sighing, I turned for the window, carefully slid it open, and went home.
Why did I have to fall for the unattainable boy?