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Ebook Edition © 2014 ISBN: 9780007580217
Version: 2015-01-06
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
—Mary Oliver, “The Summer Day”
Contents
Copyright
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Acknowledgments
About the Publisher
“I’m going to miss you.”
Jason’s arms were around me so tightly I could barely breathe, but lack of oxygen wasn’t the reason I didn’t say anything. If I tried to talk I was definitely going to embarrass myself by bawling, so I just nodded.
He kissed the top of my head. “Don’t think of it as being stuck at home. Think of it as a chance to study so you can kick my ass on the SATs.”
“Sure, but will my perfect score come between us?” I asked, my cheek still pressed against his chest. Jason had scored a 2380 on his SATs, just shy of a perfect 2400. Those twenty points were a sore spot with him, and if I ever wanted to get him riled up, all I had to do was get a sad look on my face, sigh, and ask what it was like to have gotten so close to perfection.
“I’m man enough to handle it,” he assured me.
Neither of us said anything about why I’d gotten a crap score on my June SATs, which I’d taken a week after my father broke the news to my mother that he was leaving her, just like neither of us said anything about the reason I wasn’t going on a family vacation this year.
Neither of us said anything about how it’s hard to go on a family vacation when you don’t have a family anymore.
Since there was nothing to say, I stood on tiptoe and kissed him lightly on the lips.
“I’m going to need way more than that to get me through the next two weeks,” he said. His hands on my hips were warmer than the August afternoon, and we kissed again, harder. Jason and I had been kissing since eighth grade, when he came up to me at Max Pinto’s spin-the-bottle party and asked me if I’d done the English homework.
Which is how nerds fall in love.
I heard the click of the front door, and then Jason’s mom called, “Okay, you two. Jason, it’s time.”
Given how often it happened, I probably shouldn’t have gotten embarrassed whenever Jason’s parents caught us kissing, but I did. In some ways I was more daring than Jason—I was the one who’d tried to get him to sneak a bottle of wine from his parents’ wine fridge yesterday so we could drink it on our last night together—but when it came to PDA in front of his parents, he was the one who didn’t care. I slipped out of Jason’s arms and turned to face his mom, my cheeks flushed.
“Sorry, Grace,” I said as Jason wrapped his arm around me and pulled