Chapter 8
Angel came after me. “Stop.”
I didn’t.
“Noah! Stop!” He grabbed my hand and I immediately did, to look at his skin next to mine. “I know you’re better.”
“Why? Because your mother said so?”
“No. Because you did. You never lied to me about drinking.”
“I hid the flask on prom night and at the parade.”
“Yeah, but the minute I asked, you told me the truth.”
“Maybe.”
“I have no doubt. You never lied to me. Ever.” Angel kissed me tenderly.
“Except when I told you I’d quit.”
“That wasn’t on purpose. You’re sick. Come back, Noah. I liked sitting on the floor with you.” He still had my hand, and it still looked right.
“I was never in denial,” I said as we headed back to our spot. When we sat back down, and Angel put his head on my shoulder again, I added, “It just took me a whi
