Chapter 5
Zoey
Even as I work on passing the lights from the back of the tree to Asher, I keep thinking of what Sawyer said. I’ve never broken anyone’s heart. What did he mean by that?
“Zoey.” Mom pushes the lights into my hand.
I take them and pass them to Asher until we finally have the tree done. It’s on to ornaments. Sawyer helps, but I stay on the other side of the tree. There’s no hint that we made out earlier. No hint that there was more on the table... is more on the table.
There shouldn’t be, but the fact that we’re not supposed to mess around keeps teasing my nerves until I’m not sure what to do with myself.
Asher’s phone rings, breaking into my thoughts. “Damn,” he mutters. “I need to take this. I’m so sorry, Elise.”
“It’s okay, Honey,” Mom says, dumping another box with
