Jake's POV
Then, because she’s Victoria, she started messing up my hair to pull me out of my funk.I swatted at her hand weakly. She poked at me. I rolled my eyes. Then she full-on tickled me until we were both laughing.
We ended up laughing, rolling across the bed like we used to when we were kids.
But even in the middle of all that laughter, all I could think about was the lie between us.
And how, if it ever came out, none of this—none of it—would ever feel the same again.
We were just hanging out, like old times. Victoria was sprawled across my bed, kicking at my pillows like she owned the place—because, let’s face it, she kind of did.
She started going on about how once I left for college, she was going to convert my room into a band room or maybe a pet sanctuary."I’ll get a doze
