Chapter 15

We smile at each other for a second, then tense, dropping our hands and looking forward simultaneously out the windshield, suddenly realizing this isn’t right anymore. Funny how we’d forgotten for a moment, only to come crashing back to reality and then silence. Jake seems to mull over something before breaking the tension.

“How’ve you been, Emma?” He glances at me, then concentrates on the road, watching for the lights to change. I shrug awkwardly, my heart rate elevating at his sudden seriousness.

How can I be honest and tell him I’ve been dying inside since he made me walk away? That this situation just highlights how much I miss him and us.

“Okay, I guess.” I can’t look at him. I can feel his eyes on me, then the car bursts into a roar again, and we’re moving. I don’t think Jake has ever driven me home himself before; this feels too intimate somehow, just the two of us.

“I’ve missed you,” he says, so honestly, I can’t help but glance at him. His eyes are