“Absolutely not,” I bark at him. Fire? How on earth is a fire going to solve anything?
Zachary grins at me, “I was only joking,” his thick eyelashes flutter in my direction and he leans into me, so close I think he might kiss me again. If he did, I don’t know what I would do. Esme’s thoughts are swirling around in my head. I can’t seem to let them go, but I haven’t yet latched onto them either.
“What are you doing?” I am aware I’m stammering. We’re standing so close – too close. Zachary brushes my arm and then he leans down and I think, s**t, this is it but he reaches underneath his bed and pulls out a bottle of something and holds it out to me.
I feel relief, but most of all I feel disappointed. I can’t believe I thought he was going to kiss me. Jesus Christ, I need to pull myself t
