Chapter 13
It was ten o’clock at night, and I’d been reading my French book all evening, but presently, I couldn’t read another line. Would Nick show up as he’d promised this morning? How would I sneak out if he did indeed come to my window?
Lying on my bed in the basement, I was dressed in my best jeans and gray sweater, ready to go. It was Saturday night and I didn’t want to spend another evening alone, locked up in here. My mother was sleeping and the apartment was too quiet to contain my buzzing energy. I stared at my dull ceiling, trying to reconstruct this morning’s events, recalling Nick’s face when he’d kissed me, how soft and warm his lips had felt on my chest, the way his blond hair smelled and the words he’d said. I was his precious friend. What did that mean for him? Was Davi
