“How could you do that?” my mom asks, her voice so highpitched I’m surprised it doesn’t shatter glass.
My palm turns sweaty and I feel like I’m shaking—but then I realize it’s Audra’s hand shaking, not mine. I glance at her, hating the hurt I can see in her eyes.
“How could I do what?” I snap.
“Vane,” my mom says, squeezing the ice packs so tight they crackle. “I know you think you’re in love with her—and maybe you are. But you’re seventeen. Do you really think that the things you want now are the things you’re going to want forever?”
“Yes.”
My mom shakes her head. “She’s your first girlfriend, Vane. You haven’t even considered . . .”
She doesn’t finish the sentence, but her eyes are focused on Solana.
I’ll give Solana credit, she looks almost as uncomfortable with my mom’s insinuation as I feel. But she also looks a tiny bit hopeful, like part of her is wondering if I’m realizing I made a mistake.
I tighten my grip on Audra. “I know this is going to be hard to believe, Mom, but I know I will always love Audra.”
“You say that now—”
“No—you don’t get it. I’ve loved Audra for as long as I can remember. I never told you because, well, that would’ve been weird. Especially since I didn’t know if she was real. But yeah, Audra’s always been the one—and she always will be. You know me—you know I would never say that if I wasn’t sure. I’m sure.”
“I . . . don’t know what to say.”
“Say you trust me. I chose the right girl—I promise.”
“Excuse me,” Solana says, pushing past us and practically running out of the room.
“Well, I guess that settles that,” my mom says, watching her disappear down the hall.
I can’t tell if the regret in her tone is because Solana looked hurt or because Solana’s gone. Either way, I can’t take it anymore.
“Look,” I say, pressing on my forehead, trying to shove back my headache. “I have a lot going on right now and I just . . . I need you to trust me—please? I need someone on my side or . . .”
My voice cracks and I look away.
I shouldn’t be this upset, but I need my parents to be okay with this. I can’t take on them and the Gales and Solana and Raiden and . . .
“Hey,” my mom says, stepping forward and wrapping me in a hug. Somehow she manages to avoid all my bruises and not touch me with the ice packs as she whispers, “Okay, Vane. I’ll trust you.”
“Thank you,” I whisper back.
I soak up the hug long enough for us to both take a deep breath. Then she lets me go and turns to Audra.
“I . . . guess I should be saying, welcome to the family!”
I smile as she gives Audra the most awkward hug of all awkward hugs—complete with an uncomfortable back pat.
“We’re not married, Mom. Not . . .” I stop myself, deciding not to say “not yet.” That should be Audra’s decision.
My mom lets Audra go and turns to me. “Well then, as long as she’s not your wife, I’m going to hold to my one-of-you-sleeps-onthe-couch policy. I’ll let you guys decide who gets the bed.”
“Come on—we’re not going to do anything with you and Dad down the hall. And I thought you said you trust me.”
My mom sighs—one of the dramatic kind that shakes her shoulders. “Fine. But you will keep the door open and I will be checking on you guys all night.”
I can’t believe she caved. And I can’t help laughing as I tell her. “Sounds awesome—and not creepy at all.”
A tiny smile cracks her lips as she glances at Audra. “See what you’ve gotten yourself into?”
“I know,” Audra says quietly. “I guess it’s a good thing I love him.”
It’s the first time she’s used the L word since she’s been back, and I swear my heart skips a beat. My mom’s eyes get a little watery, and her voice sounds thick as she reminds us that we’re not really alone. Then she tosses the ice packs onto my bed, pushes my door as wide open as it can go, and tells us to get some sleep.
“So . . . that was interesting,” I say after a few seconds of silence.
“Yeah,” Audra mumbles.
I can see dozens of questions swimming in her eyes—and I kiss her before she can ask any of them.
I meant it as a slow kiss, just to reassure her that everything’s going to be okay. But as she presses closer and I feel her bare legs against mine, the kiss deepens until I’m gasping for breath and her fingers are digging into my back and my hands are sliding—
“I said go to sleep,” my mom snaps, and we break away—both of us blushing but neither of us looking particularly sorry.
My mom stomps off, and I can’t help laughing as I sit on the bed, feeling a little weak in the knees. Audra hesitates a second before she lies down next to me, automatically taking the side I don’t sleep on.
“Do you want to be on top or bottom?” I ask, earning myself raised eyebrows. “I meant the blankets.”
“Oh. Top.”