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Chapter Thirty-Four
Adam and I forced ourselves 5 feet apart last night, but
somehow I wake up in his arms. He’s breathing softly,
evenly, steadily, a warm hum in the morning air. I blink,
peering into the daylight only to be met by a set of big blue
eyes on a 10-year-old’s face.
“How come you can touch him?” James is standing over us
with his arms crossed, back to the stubborn boy I remember.
There’s no trace of fear, no hint of tears threatening to spill
down his face. It’s like last night never happened. “Well?”
His impatience startles me.
I jump away from Adam’s uncovered upper half so quickly
it jolts him awake. A little.
He reaches for me. “Juliette . . . ?”
“You’re touching a girl!”
Adam sits up so quickly he tangles in the sheets and falls
back on his elbows. “Jesus, James—”
“You were sleeping next to a girl!”
Adam opens and closes his mouth several times. He
glances at me. Glances at his brother. Shuts his eyes and
finally sighs. Runs a hand through his morning hair. “I don’t
know what you want me to say.”
“I thought you said she couldn’t touch anyone.” James is
staring at me now, suspicious.
“She can’t.”
“Except for you?”
“Right. Except for me.”
And Warner.
“She can’t touch anyone except for you.”
And Warner.
“Right.”