It was early morning when he felt Jocelyn stir. He pulled her closer to his body, mostly because he didn’t want to wake up quite yet.
But Jocelyn wiggled out of his grasp. Soon, Luke could feel her looking at him.
He cracked open one eye. “Yes?”
Her expression was serious—too serious. “Why did you ice me out our senior year?”
Luke’s sleepiness instantly vanished, but he shrugged a shoulder and closed his eyes. “Because I was a stupid teenager?” he muttered.
But he should’ve known Jocelyn wasn’t going to let him out of this one. She began poking him, over and over, until he raised his arms in surrender. Flipping back to face her, he sighed.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to tell her, or that he didn’t feel like he owed her an explanation. But a big reason why had nothing to do with him
