Of course I was beyond glad to see him, but at the same time I couldn’t help but think, what if Bradley had still been with me? What would happen if the two of them came face to face? If I had to explain to Dylan about Bradley—about why I was spending part of a Saturday night with him? He was smiling and it was so good to see him, to feel his arms around me, to breathe in his scent, to feel his pulse against my lips where I pressed them against his neck. For a second, when I was with Dylan, I could actually forget about where I’d come from for a few minutes. I’d never been happier that Dylan had no part of that world. “This is such a great surprise,” I told him. “I looked for you all day at school yesterday, but you weren’t—” He kissed me before I could finish my sentence. “I have something to show you.” Working to shake myself out of my own thoughts, to push aside what I’d learned at my father’s wife’s house for a few minutes, I finally saw how excited he looked.
