Chapter Fourteen
Our heads rest millimeters apart, our fingers inches away from one another, our breaths releasing in an even stream. With my laptop propped up on my suitcase, we Netflix and Chill in the literal sense.
“Hey, can I ask you a question?” I turn toward her.
“What?” Her eyes remain on the screen.
“Do you love alpine skiing?”
She doesn't respond right away. She winces, turning her body sideways to look at me.
“Don't.”
She shakes off my concern. “I'm good.” Her hands tuck under my pillow and there's something way too intimate going on right now, but this must be what having a girl for a friend is like.
I've never had a real female friend before and that's half the reason I don't understand Beckett and Skylar. They’re always touching each other without ever getting to the
