he corrected. “I know that,” I said, annoyed. “But I feel you’re subduing your desires for me, something I didn’t feel the first time you kissed me, not even a little bit. Why? What’s changing?” I sounded like a crazy girlfriend. Max started the car, turning away from the curb and slowly rolling through the lot as one student after another waved at us—Max had been working the friend thing pretty hard, just not the going to class thing. “We’re waiting, remember? I’m just trying to remain in control, that’s all.” My eyes narrowed, finding his words didn’t seem one-hundred percent true. “Ri-ight,” I said, expressing my doubts in the tone of my voice. Max was playing with the tiny chain around his neck, and it reminded me of the way we were quite literally chained together—so why wait? “Do you think we’re soul-mates, Max? I mean, like real soul-mates, if there even is such a thing.”
