The rest of the people from the project have left, leaving Lo and me to go over the last few details. Working side by side like this is nice, brings back memories, just good memories. But I can’t get what H said out of my head—the way he looked at me, that pain. And I know that I can’t do anything with Lo because there is no way that it won’t hurt her again. That I won’t hurt her again.
ISo when we’re done, and we fall silent, I try to get my mind in order. My resolve is slowly slipping, my mind filling with thoughts of things I’d love to do to Lo. But we shouldn’t put ourselves in that situation. So instead I grab her jacket and her scarf, putting the jacket on a chair and holding out the scarf to her.
Lo reaches out to take the scarf, only to run her delicate fingers over my hand. “You
