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very little I wouldn’t do for you.”
I take a deep breath and close my eyes, touching my
fingers to his chest, imagining the bird soaring across his
skin, and I ask him the one question that scares me the
most. “Why?”
“What do you mean?” He steps back.
“Why, Adam? Why do you care? Why do you want to help
me? I don’t understand—I don’t know why you’d be willing
to risk your life—”
But then his arms are around my waist and he’s pulling me
so close and his lips are at my ear and he says my name,
once, twice and I had no idea I could catch on fire so quickly.
His mouth is smiling against my skin. “You don’t?”
I don’t know anything, is what I would tell him if I had any
idea how to speak.
He laughs a little and pulls back. Takes my hand and
studies it. “Do you remember in fourth grade,” he says,
“when Molly Carter signed up for the school field trip too
late? All the spots were filled, and she stood outside the bus,
crying because she wanted to go?”
He doesn’t wait for me to answer.
“I remember you got off the bus. You offered her your seat
and she didn’t even say thank you. I watched you standing
on the sidewalk as we pulled away.”
I’m no longer breathing.
“Do you remember in fifth grade? That week Dana’s
parents nearly got divorced? She came to school every day
without her lunch. And you offered to give her yours.” He
pauses. “As soon as that week was over she went back to
pretending you didn’t exist.”
I’m still not breathing.
“In seventh grade Shelly Morrison got caught cheating off
your math test. She kept screaming that if she failed, her
father would kill her. You told the teacher that you were the
one cheating off of her test. You got a zero on the exam, and
detention for a week.” He lifts his head but doesn’t look at