Page 188 of P.S. I'm Still Yours

You sure? Hadley might see you.

Right…

I’ve asked him not to tell Hadley that he and I keep in touch. He knows what happened between us, and he agreed it was for the best.

I’ll never forget what Gray said when he found out I’d hooked up with his sister. I’d just walked into our bedroom after kissing Hadley in the shed on her birthday, and I felt horribly guilty for not telling her I was leaving. Not to mention I’d made out with my oldest friend’s sister behind his back.

Gray took one look at my face and immediately knew something was wrong.

He asked me about it, and the truth just came pouring out of me. I told him everything. I told him about our meetings in the shed, the kiss, my confusing feelings for her.

He didn’t say a word at first. Then he pushed off our bunk bed and took a few steps toward me.

I was sure he was going to punch me in the face, tell me to never look at her again, but instead, he asked me if I was serious about her.

If you’re serious about her, you have my blessing. But I need to know you’re not going to bail and break her heart were the exact words he said to me.

I was fifteen. I’m not sure I even knew what “serious” meant. Not to mention I was supposed to be getting on a plane the next day. And so, I said nothing.

After that, he made me promise to stay away from her. He said he’d rather die than let his sister get hurt.

I wasn’t ready then.

But I am now.

Today is the day I get my girl back.

Kane

I’ll talk to her. Make shit right.

He texts me back right away.

Gray

Okay, but just a heads-up, she hates you.

I figured as much.

“Which one’s your friend?” Scar calls for my attention.

I told Scar we were picking up Gray to justify us coming here.

I look up, glancing at the building towering in the distance and the steady flow of students gushing out of it.

“He doesn’t need a ride after all. We’re hanging out tomorrow.”

Scar’s brow furrows. “All right, then. Let’s go back to the rental.”

This would’ve been so much easier if he’d just stayed there to begin with.

“In a minute,” I mutter, scanning the crowd for her fiery-red hair.

“Who are you looking for?” Scar asks.

I pretend not to hear him, my pulse skyrocketing every time a girl with Hadley’s hair color wanders into my field of vision

“Kane?” Scar presses.

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