Chapter 18

“Maybe you should call him then. He owes you an explanation, Emma. You can’t just keep second-guessing him all the time.” She picks up my phone and lays it on my chest, but I don’t move. The last thing I want to do is call him. He’ll be driving back to Manhattan anyway, back to his apartment, miles away from me. He wouldn’t pick up.

“Can we drop this?” I sit up, so the phone slides down my body and lands on the bed. She sighs and flops back beside me, her head nestled in my pillows. Thinking for a moment, she sits up and takes my hand.

“You know what the biggest problem with you two is?” she says, blinking at me, but I glare at her and offer no response.

“You don’t communicate with one another when it comes to feelings. You’re as bad as each other. Neither of you seems capable of just coming out with it and putting your heart on the line. I don’t think he’s as immune to you as you believe. I think he’s scared, and so are you, and if this continues, neither of you w