Page 25 of Fatal Collision
“We… Uhm.” Shit, why is this so hard? If it were some random guy from the Falls, I wouldn’t think twice to share this information, but it’s Kane Ravencourt. I don’t evenlike him.
“I won’t judge. Pinky promise.”
I look down at her pinky between us and hook mine in hers. “I jerked him off.”
She chokes on air. “A hand job? You touched his…his…”
“Dick. Yes, I touched it.”
“Was it… big?”
Okay, my lips twitch now, because she’s adorable when she’s curious. “Meh! It was okay.”
She hides her mouth behind her hand, laughter caught in her throat. “You’re such a liar. It was huge, wasn’t it?”
We press our mouths into tight lines for a beat, trying not to laugh, and then we lose it completely. We needed this. Just two sisters talking about boys and laughing together. No illness. No grief. No Falls vs. Heights. No rich vs. poor. None of the bullshit.
When we finally calm down, she smiles softly and studies my face. It feels good to confide in someone. She’s not judging me.
“I won’t tell Chris,” she says, hesitating as she smooths out the blanket. “Can I ask you something?”
“Of course.”
“Are you going to see him again?”
“No.” Another adamant shake of my head, and I smooth the blanket too, because why does it feel like I’m lying to myself?
“Let me rephrase that,” she says. “Do youwantto see him again?”
I pinch the blanket, struggling to look her in the eye. “He’s from the Heights.”
“What if he was from the Falls?”
I finally look up, and she tilts her head slightly to the side.
“Would you want to see him then?”
A lump forms in my throat. Would I want to see him then? It’s not that straightforward. For starters, we’re from different worlds—he’ll go on to become one of the most powerful men in the country, while I’ll be lucky to even graduate at this point. Our futures couldn’t be more opposite. What’s more, a man like him is expected to marry an heiress.
I bite my cheek. “No, he’s not right for me. Besides, I don’t even like him.”
“You liked him enough to touch his dick.”
I press my lips together, the corners threatening to curve up anyway. “Low blow, sis.”
When I’m nervous, I talk with my hands a lot, and Summer watches them move between us now when I say, “I don’t know what came over me. It just sort of… happened.”
“Sure…Your hand fell into his pants.”
“Oh, don’t look at me like that.” I give her a light shove, and she giggles, her shoulders shaking.
I love the sound. I love seeing her happy and carefree. I love that she’s my sister.
“Come here.” I open my arms, and she curls up in my embrace. “Want to watch a movie with me?” I ask as we listen to the smatter of rain on the windows.
Nodding, she sits up and ties her hair up with the tie around her wrist while I slide my laptop closer and open the lid.
“Did you watchThe Life Listwith Sofia Carson yet?” she asks.
