and took my list seriously.
“I want you to help me cross all of these off,” the words tumbled out of my mouth. “I know you don’t know me that well, but I’ve been too scared to do them on my own. I don’t want to be scared anymore, Trace,” I bit my lip to stop the floodgate of words I was spewing.
“Of course I’ll help you,” he responded immediately, not even giving it a second thought. It had become obvious to me that he was just that kind of guy, always willing to help. He kept reading over my list, and I swallowed, wanting to snatch the piece of paper from his hands so he would stop scrutinizing it.
“Can I keep this?” He asked.
No! I wanted to scream. But instead, the word that left my lips, was, “Sure.”
“Thanks,” he grinned, tucking it into his left breast pocket.
I looked down at the half eaten dinner sitting in my lap, looking pitiful in its container. I really hoped he couldn’t see how badly I was freaking out.
Now, not only had I told him about my father and my list, but I was letting him keep it? Had my common sense taken a hike? This was only the fifth time I had seen Trace and I was telling him things that even Avery didn’t know!
“It’s getting late,” Trace commented.
I looked up and realized night had descended upon us.
The sky was clear, thousands of stars gazing dow n upon us. They were so magical with the way they sparkled in the sky. When I was little, I always thought it looked like they were winking at me.
I found myself setting the food aside , and leaning back on the table, my legs dangling.
Trace did the same, cupping the back of his head with one hand.
“They’re so pretty,” I whispered, reaching a hand up like I could capture one of those white shimmering dots in my hand. “It amazes me that the stars we’re looking at right now, could actually be dead, but because it takes so long for their light to reach the Earth they’re still shining for us.”
“It’s an amazing world we live in,” he murmured, his free arm brushing mine.
My heart thundered in my chest.
Keep it cool, Olivia! I scolded myself.
I gasped when I saw a shooting star. “Oh my God! I’ve never seen a shooting star before!”
“Make a wish then,” he whispered, turning on his side to face me, propping his elbow on the table, and his head in his hand.
I closed my eyes and wished for everything, anything, and nothing at all.
c h a p t e r
Six
It had been two weeks since I had seen Trace in person, but we were constantly texting.
Every time a text from him popped up on my phone, I smiled goofily, or at least that’s what Avery told me. I wasn’t sure if she could be trusted though, because she was miffed that she hadn’t heard from Luca.
“Seriously,” she whined for the thousandth time today, “why hasn’t he called or text me?”
“Avery,” I laughed, spinning around in my chair to face her, where she sat on her bed. “I have never seen you so worked up over a guy before.”
“He was amazing, Olivia! I’ve never kissed anyone like that before! Excuse me if I want to see what else he has to offer!”
I snickered quietly. “I’m seeing Trace tomorrow. I can ask him about Luca, if you want me to.”
“You are? And you would do that for me?” Her eyes sparkled to life.
I hid my giggle. Normally, Avery would have told me that asking a guy’s best friend about him was breaking the dating code, but obviously she was getting desperate.
“Yep,” I replied to her first question. I had no idea what we’d be doing though. All Trace had told me was that we’d be crossing something off my list. Unfortunately, that sounded ominous to me, because he could have picked any of the sixteen things left. “And of course I would do that for you. That’s what best friend s are for.”
She nibbled o n her fingernail. “I’m not sure. I don’t want to seem desperate.”
I hated to inform her, but she had passed desperate a long time
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