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my bottom lip.
    “Hey, it’s OK,” Gage creates soft tender circles with his fingers on my lower back. It radiates soothing warmth, helps quel the pain.
    A rustling commotion breaks out over by the couch.
    “You’re a real asshole you know that?” Briel e shouts at someone at the other end of the room. Hopeful y her wrath is aimed at Logan.
    The room clears out. I can feel a gush of wind as they file out of the backdoor leading to the Jacuzzi. I’m sure Carly’s already stripping down to nothing with Logan’s overeager assistance.
    An impossible silence takes over. Gage nuzzles his chin over the top of my head and secures me tight.
    “Sorry I’m always so mean to you,” I say, taking in his clean scent. I circle my arms tight around his waist. It feels safe like this with Gage.
    “You’re not mean to me.” His head backs up a notch. He picks up the ring attached to my necklace and slides it across the chain. “You ever take this off?”
    I shake my head.
    “So it’s almost like we’re showering together.” His brows twitch.
    “Almost.” I give a gentle laugh.
    Gage presses into me with an intense gaze. His demeanor changes, it shifts into something softer.
    The urge to kiss him crops up and I don’t fight it. I lean in and press my lips against his. Gage pul s me in, indulges in something deeper, more meaningful. There’s a release inside me. Something loosens. It’s almost as if I’ve been waiting for this. Maybe it’s just the attention I’ve been craving. Maybe I’m not that into Logan. How can I enjoy the hot of Gage’s mouth if I’m completely in love with Logan? I don’t bother analyzing the situation, just push myself further into Gage. I can feel him writhing beneath me, the erratic beat of his heart thumping against my chest.
    “Guess she’s over it,” a tiny voice whispers from the door.
    I back up quickly, stil out of breath, and see Carly standing shoulder to shoulder with Logan. His arms are crossed tight against his chest. He looks good and pissed—guess he’s not that great an actor after al .

    Chapter Eight

    Going Places

    Alone on my cold uncomfortable bed, I thrash my arms and legs and reflect on that dream about the boy in the water—how he fil ed my lungs with air from his own. I think about what I would do if I met him. Is there real y love in this world? Could he love me? What about Gage? If I ful y give myself to Gage would he stil be interested or suddenly decide our relationship was too boring—strangulating—dangerous?
    I fal through the night in a never-ending spiral. I feel like I’m floating back in time one mil ion years. I’m so broken over Logan, how he twisted my heart and stomped al over it—watched the blood splatter al over the place without batting an eye. It disheartens me until I melt into a dreamless sleep.
    An audible gasp escapes from someone next to me.
    My lids fly open to find Chloe hugging the sheets up around her neck.
    “Chloe?” A sense of relief washes over me. “I’ve been wanting to get back here. You remember me, right?”
    “Yes.” Mild irritation crosses her face. “I’l always know you. The impression runs both ways through my memory.” She motions over to her nightstand at the black oversized t-shirt. “Do you mind? Why are you bawling?” She pul s the shirt over her head, letting the sheet slip through her fingers exposing a very naked Chloe. I bounce to the other end of the bed in a single bound.
    “Logan dumped me.” I hate the pathetic way the words crawl from my mouth.
    A quiet smile plays on the edge of her lips.
    “Wel , he didn’t dump me. He was just here.” Her long dark hair tousles over her shoulders when she says it.
    “Here, here?” I point to the bed. I know for a fact she’s slept with Logan twice in her bedroom because he told me.
    She gives half a nod, and her face explodes a dark shade of crimson.
    I look over to the chair across the room. Miraculously I find myself seated at the