Chapter 4

“Who are you texting?” I ask Elijah as I lean over to try to glimpse his screen. “Because I know it isn’t a girl. There’s no way you'd find one desperate enough to be interested in you.”

He moves his hand, turning the phone so that it’s facing the window and away from my prying eyes. Except, the weather is turning dull and overcast the further north we drive, and the backseat of the car, with its tinted windows, is only dimly lit. The screen easily reflects off the glass, and I squint at it to make out the name, rolling my eyes as! read it: Ethan. Eli follows my gaze, spots the reflection, and curses under his breath.

“You're so nosy.” He grumbles, and I shrug.

“Told you it wasn’t a girl,” I smirk, and I catch Rachel’s amused expression in the rearview mirror. When she spots me looking, she clears her throat and quickly looks back out to the road, not wanting to interrupt the moment between Eli and me. She’d been ragging at me all month to come out of my shell, and