Page 123 of Endgame

“Comfortable?” I croaked out, a little breathless.

He nodded. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful, Six.”

“Rourke…” The soft declaration, coming from this boy, meant more to me than I wanted to admit.Hemeant more to me than I knew what to do with. “You shouldn’t say stuff like that.”

Rourke tightened his hold on me. “Why not?”

I exhaled a breathy sigh. I was drowning. He had me snared with his eyes and his words and his...everything. “Because.”

He ducked his head to mine and pressed a soft kiss to my lips. “Because?”

Oh fuck a duck, I was in so much trouble.

“Come on, Six,” he chuckled, when I had no answer. Reaching between us, he laced his fingers through mine and said, “Let’s hang out.”

HANGING OUT WITH ROURKE was surprisinglycomfortable. We ending up heading out for dinner and, after grabbing some food from the drive thru, Rourke drove us up to Sailor’s Point, the highest point in Ocean Bay that overlooked the ocean, so we could eat.

“Favorite band or singer?” he asked.

“Pink.”

“Favorite subject at school?”

“Econ.”

“Favorite food?”

“Pad Thai.”

“Favorite place you ever lived?”

“Friday Harbor.” I sighed heavily. “I miss Washington.”

“Favorite movie?”

I leaned my head back against the rest and thought about it for a moment before saying, “Rush Hour. All three of them. I can’t choose my favorite.”

“Nice,” Rourke chuckled. “Okay, favorite book?”

I smiled. “That’s easy; Harry Potter.”

He raised a brow. “Which one?”

“All of them,” I replied. “I’m a series kind of girl.”

I wasn’t sure what I was expecting when I climbed into to the passenger seat of his truck tonight, but thisamicable companionshipcertainly surpassed my expectations.

He didn’t try to grope me or hit on me.

He seemed happy to just sit in his truck and talk.

Of course, listening to Rourke actually make conversation caused more problems for my heart than any amount of flirting. The tiny glimpse of the real him I was seeing blew my mind. I could love this version of him. In fact, I had a feeling I already did…

“Tell me about Britt.” My voice was soft and full of uncertainty when I asked the question I’d been dying to know the answer to.

Whether I wanted to admit it or not, Britt had played a massive role in Rourke’s life. He was in love with her once. A small part of me worried that he still was.

But then I thought about everything I had learned about him since I came here.

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