Burn Read Online Free PDF

refrigerator.”
    Only once has he ever seen Gage get anything from the fridge, and on that day it was a water bottle. Water . Tad’s so cheap he can’t share water.
    My mother rushes up after him.
    “Hey you two.” She speeds past us in a tizzy.
    “You mind if we study up in Skyla’s room?” Gage calls after her.
    I can’t believe how brazen he is. Of course she’s going to mind, she—
    “Nope. I trust you.” And with that, she’s out of sight.
    My father would have answered with the blast of a shotgun.
    Gage helps me upstairs and I briskly shut and lock my door in the event my mother’s sanity decides to restore itself .
    I grab a notepad and a pen and make myself comfy on the bed with Gage slouching down next to me.
    They’re going to rut . I spell out.
    “Nice.” He folds his hands. “Should we?”
    No .
    He shakes his head slightly while brushing his thumb up against my cheek. “I know.” He presses his lips together. “I don’t want you to be alone right now.”
    I’m glad you’re here . Which reminds me, this was once Chloe’s bedroom and the fact she oddly named Gage as the love of her life still confuses the hell out of me. You ever kiss Chloe? I scrawl across the page.   
    He squints in to read it as though it were written in some foreign language.
    “Nope.” His cheeks turn pink as he answers.
    I drop the pen and take up his hand, press it against my lips. There’s definitely something developing here, a progression, something linear pulling me towards Gage. I wish I didn’t feel it. I wish I didn’t make Logan feel like he had to do something to win me back because he still has me so completely, and I wonder how it could be that my heart has found itself strangely settled in two places at once.   
    Gage penetrates me with those crystalline blue eyes. He wishes he could read my thoughts as easily as Logan. But it’s my face that says it all. He leans in and presses a soft kiss against my forehead. I think he already knows my heart is lying in two very distinct pieces.
     

Chapter Eight
    Read On   
     
    I plan on spending all of Sunday in bed losing myself in Chloe’s diary. With my newfound sore throat, Mom pretty much agreed I should stay under the covers and simultaneously ignored me all morning. Instead of plying me with hot tea and soup, like old Mom would have done, she’s busy holing up in her room coupling with Tad like some baby hungry cougar.
     
    July 5 th ,
    This is going to be tougher than I thought. It’s like Gage repels from me the minute I stand beside him. It’s really starting to irritate me, so I let Ellis slobber all over me in order to fill him with regret.
      I took Ellis on a light drive after. Ellis is like a good little pet, always around when I need him. Too bad I’m not into Ellis. That would make life so much easier in a way, but then, it would suck the fun out of everything too.
    I don’t know. I haven’t really ever had my feelings reciprocated. It’s usually me using somebody or somebody using me. I guess you could say I’m unlucky in love. It sort of seems to be this scary theme in my life.
      Speaking of scary, I told Lexy I can’t deal with Michelle anymore. You would have thought I pushed her in a pool of piranhas the way she freaked out. It’s not like losing Logan is going to restructure the landscape of her world. She was never in his league to begin with. So, I told her he was just being nice by hanging out with her. I told her he probably felt sorry for her and couldn’t figure out how to ditch her so he just went with it. That’s when she slapped me. Yes. Let the record show, Lexy Bakova sealed her own fate by whacking me with an open hand in the Oliver’s living room right in front of Gage.
    Of course I didn’t retaliate. I have something far more interesting in mind.
    After the dust settled, Michelle started to arm wrestle with Logan in the backyard, which by the way evolved to include their entire half clothed bodies.