Fourteen
Mira
We didn’t speak for nearly a week after that.
I’d expected Blaine to yell at me for breaking his precious rules, but he didn’t. Instead, he avoided me.
I saw him a few times in the kitchen or on the stairs, and once or twice I caught sight of him headed for the shed in the backyard, but we never exchanged as much as a word.
For the first few days, I saw it as a blessing. What had gone down between us had been way too intense, and I was happy to pretend like it’d never happened. Between Blaine’s anger, my own body’s treacherous reactions to his closeness and the run-in with his disturbing brother, playing make-believe was just fine by me. As much as I wanted to get Blaine to respect—and ultimately trust—me, I sorely needed a few days off from all the drama.
But by day fo
