against her face, the rough polyester beneath her. Reed’s hand brushing, just slightly, against hers-she’d never felt so there.
“Are you happy?” she asked.
“No. You?”
“No. But-” She searched for the words that described how she
She heard Reed take a sharp, deep breath and let it out slowly. “Yeah. It’s okay. Everything is.”
Chapter 10
“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” Miranda opened her eyes. Her first mistake. The morning light burned.
She twisted her head to the left. Mistake number two. The world spun, her stomach lurched, her muscles screamed. Her cottonmouth filled with the sour taste of bile.
Better not to move.
Go
Arms and legs: fully functional. Too heavy to move.
Location: burning white sun, jagged rocks digging into her back. So, outside. Somewhere, for some reason.
Miscellaneous: Shirt on the ground. Bra unhooked. Her left arm squashed between her chest and the ground, her right arm propped up on something. Something that moved.
Uh-oh.
Her breathing was like thunder in her ears. She held it. The roaring stopped. And she heard him.
She twisted her head around. “Oooooooooooh noooooooo.” A weak and scratchy wheeze, but still too loud. She winced. He woke.
“Unnnh?” Adam shook his head and propped himself up, then dropped back down to the ground. “What am I… what are you…?”
“What did I do?” she whispered. Her throat burned. “Adam,” she croaked. His eyes had slipped shut again. His chest was bare. “Adam!”
“Uh?”
Her arm was still lying on top of him. She jerked it away, heaved herself over onto her back. “Do you remember what… what did we…” No.
“Did we…”
“… you know?”
Home. That was what he needed. His bed. His dark room. His Ultimate Hangover Cure (milk, orange juice, honey, bananas). Just what the doctor ordered. But that would mean standing up, and he was too tired to move.
And then there was Miranda. Who wouldn’t shut up.
“Adam, what
“And that’s it.” Adam opened his eyes again. Her lower lip wobbled, and her eyes bugged out. He sighed. “And then you, uh, kind of puked. A lot.”
“Oh, god. On you?”
“Well…” He took a big whiff. Almost choked. Yeah, on him. He forced a smile. “No big deal. Really.”
“This is so humiliating,” Miranda moaned, turning away from him and curling up into a tight ball.
“It’s fine.”
“We can’t tell anyone.”
“Yeah.”
“
“Uh-huh. I promise.” He stretched out, feeling like he hadn’t moved in months. “We should probably get going.”
“Yeah.”
Minutes passed. No one spoke. No one moved.
“Or we could just rest for a while,” Miranda suggested.
But no one heard. Adam was already asleep.
“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” Beth opened her eyes. Her whole body ached. The thin sleeping bag offered no protection for her from the hard-packed desert gravel. She was tired. Thirsty.
Happy.
It didn’t seem to matter.
It sounded like heaven.
She had awoken in the night, shivering in the dark. Reed had wrapped an arm around her; she’d snuggled up against his chest. Now she could feel him breathe.
She felt like a stranger. And it felt good. As long as she stayed out here, she could be someone else. She could be the kind of girl who didn’t care what happened next.
“Reed?” Her head was nestled into the space beneath his chin. He didn’t answer, and she couldn’t see his face.
The calm couldn’t last forever. But maybe when he woke up, he’d pull out his small plastic bag again. He’d roll the ashy, dark green flakes into a neat white tube. She would inhale more of the magic potion.
It was a quiet voice, and easy to ignore. To smother, until it stopped flailing and gave up the fight.
She closed her eyes and shifted against him. It felt good-a warm body beside her, the weight of someone’s arms around her. She’d been so alone.
She knew she deserved to be alone.
But in the sunrise, in the desert air, in Reed’s arms, she could almost allow herself to forget.
“I wish I could tell you the truth,” she whispered as he slept. “I wish we could stay here forever.”
So he pretended to be asleep. He pretended to be somewhere else. Not here, lying next to her, with his arms around her, breathing in her hair, wishing he could-