I take a step forward and lean in close. Mac tilts her head upward and before I can think about what I’m doing, I press my lips to hers. They’re softer than clouds and she smells so good, like a combination of sunshine and flowers. My head spins under the hot sun and my pulse skyrockets. I pull back quickly. I’ve never kissed a girl before, but kissing Mac is something I’ve thought about a million times—just not something I ever planned to do. It’s like the saying “don’t bite the hand that feeds you,” though in this instance it’s more a case of “don’t mess around with the daughter of the parents who house you.”
Mac stares up at me, seemingly speechless for once.
“I’m sorry,” I say on a rough breath.
“Sorry?” Her eyes drop to my lips before rising again. “Sorry for what?”
“For kissing you.”
“I’m not,” she says boldly. “Do it again.”
“What?”
“You heard me. Kiss me again, Jake. I liked it.”
She liked it? Mac liked me kissing her? I apologised because I figured she’d be mad for taking liberties, but if she wants me to do it again, I’m not even going to hesitate.
I put my hands on her hips and Mac puts hers on my shoulders, waiting. It’s awkward, but it’s also the sweetest, hottest moment of my entire life and I never want it to end.
My lips find hers again, and her hands skim over my shoulders, twining around my neck as her fingers trail through the ends of my hair.
I could stand here all day, but we’re on the road. Even though it’s a quiet street, it’s possible we could get mowed down at any moment. The thought of putting Mac in the hospital a second time is enough incentive to have me pulling back.
“Don’t leave,” she tells me, her lips swollen and eyes unfocused in a way I’ve never seen before. Her slender fingers tighten their hold on me. “Stay.”
I stare down at her and realise she doesn’t mean right now in this moment, she means permanently. In the Valentine household. I want it so much I can taste it, but she’s asking the impossible. She’s asking me to do what I know is the wrong thing.
“I can’t.”
Mac lifts her chin. Frustration lines her brow. “You can.”
“But I won’t. I told you before, it’s not right.”
“Screw what’s right.” She steps back, anger flaring. “What about me? About us? What if they move you so far away I never see you again?”
I hesitate, my lungs squeezing at the thought. “They won’t.”
“You don’t know that.”
“You’re right, I don’t, but you don’t have to think the worst.”
“Expecting the worst means never being disappointed.”
“That’s not true. Just because you know something bad is coming doesn’t make it hurt any less when it happens. Trust me, Princess.”
“Don’t lecture me,” Mac snaps.
She turns, heading back toward the house. My eyes follow her as she stalks her way up the street. “You’re just going to stomp off in a hissy fit?”
Mac spins around and walks backward. “Hissy fit? Screw you, Jake Romero.”
“You still haven’t grown up, have you, Mac?”
An angry growl escapes her throat, but she doesn’t say anything. She just turns back around and keeps walking, leaving me standing by the side of the road.
“Well that went well,” I mutter, coming to the realisation that kissing Mackenzie Valentine was stupid as fuck.
MAC
“Mac?” my mum calls out when the front door slams behind me. “Is that you?”
“Yeah,” I call back, heading straight for my room. I need a minute to process that kiss. That kiss. Oh my god.
She walks out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on a towel. “Is Jake with you?”
Taking in her serious expression, I pause on the first stair. She’s relaxed her rule of late on the “getting attached” issue, but I think it’s mostly because I don’t listen and she’s tired of mentioning it. “No, why?”
“I just need to talk to him.” She smiles reassuringly, an unconscious action she sometimes does to pretend everything is fine when it isn’t. “Have you had lunch?”
“I’m not hungry,” I mutter, hearing her sigh behind me as I jog up the stairs. It’s the truth. There’s a lump in my throat because Jake is going to leave and there’s nothing I can do to stop it happening.
An hour later I’m sitting cross-legged on my bed, trying to focus on a book, but I can’t. Instead, I feel Jake’s lips on mine. The warmth of them. The softness. The heat that licked fire through my insides. I set the paperback aside when a tap comes at my open door. My eyes lift. Jake stands there, his expression passive. That’s how I know and hurt rises swiftly in my chest.
“You’re leaving.”
“I’m sorry.”
“No you’re not,” I mutter like a sullen child.
Jake walks into my room. The bed dips when he sits down on the edge in front of me. “I don’t want to leave.”
“When are you going?”
“In the morning. They have a foster home for me in Melbourne.”
“Melbourne?”
I fight back the urge to cry. Melbourne isn’t exactly a quick walk to the park. The city is a nine-hour drive south of here, and right now it’s so far away it may as well be Narnia.
“Well, it’s probably for the best,” I tell him.
Jake pulls back a little in surprise. “It is?”
“It’ll give me the opportunity to find someone who kisses better than you.”
God, you are such a bitch, Mackenzie. First making him feel guilty for something he has no control over and now trying to make him jealous. What the hell is wrong with you?
I don’t know! I tell the voice in my head. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but I feel like shit. And if I’m feeling like shit, I want to make sure he is too. I want to know I’m not alone in this.
“The hell you will,” Jake growls at me.
You like him, that’s what’s wrong with you.
NO! I don’t want to. Not if he’s leaving.
“The hell I won’t,” I growl back.
“You can’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because the thought makes me feel sick.”
I try picturing an image of Jake kissing another girl, but my mind pushes it away before it fully forms like some kind of self-protection mechanism.
“I think …”
“You think?” he prompts when I trail off.
“I think I might feel the same.” Goddammit. Because where does that leave us?
Jake exhales deeply as if my response gives him some kind of relief.
“But what does it even matter?” I ask. “You’re leaving.”
“We can keep in touch.”
He doesn’t mean it because the smile forming on his lips doesn’t reach his eyes. Jake is my partner in crime. He’s the boy that makes me feel like I can do anything, and I’m losing him.
“Sure we can,” I reply, but my voice is flat, and he knows I don’t mean it either.
JAKE
Six months later…