Chapter Fourteen
Patrick
One year later
Jess was the only girl I’d ever loved. It started when she and Rosalind were five, I was four, and I tripped, tipping my just-served ice cream cone. The contents splatted on the ground. Ros laughed at me, but Jess offered to share hers.
While my sister was a brat, always teasing me, her best friend never failed to be kind.
When puberty arrived, Jess was my only focus, but I never had the courage to act on my crush. She only got more beautiful as we got older, and once she started dating classmates, I pulled away. It sucked too much to see her smile at other guys while knowing I’d only ever be her best friend’s little brother.
So, I never expected the zap I’d feel in my hand when pulling her up at the airport. To realize that was Jess? The seven
