Todos los capítulos de His sisters boyfriend : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Chapter Twelve : Maya povI stared at my phone for twenty minutes before I typed the message.My thumb hovered over the keyboard. My heart was pounding. My hands were shaking. I hadn't spoken to Jay in weeks. Not really. A few texts. Short ones. Careful ones. Nothing that meant anything.But I couldn't avoid him forever.Can we talk? I typed.Then I deleted it.I'm not ready to see you. But I want to hear your voice.Too much. Too vulnerable.Hey.Too little.I put the phone down. Picked it up again.I'm not angry anymore. I'm just sad. Can we talk about that?I stared at the words. Then I pressed send before I could change my mind.His reply came in seconds.Yes. Please. Whenever you're ready.Now, I typed. But not in person. Call me.Okay.My phone rang thirty seconds later.I answered. Didn't say anything. Just listened to him breathe."Maya." His voice was thick. Like he'd been crying. Or holding back tears. "Thank you for calling.""I'm not doing this for you.""I know.""I'm doi

Chapter Fourteen :Jay pov I woke up at 5am to the sound of rain hitting my window.The sky was gray. The streets were wet. My apartment was cold. I pulled the blanket tighter around my shoulders and stared at the ceiling.I'd been doing that a lot lately. Staring at ceilings. Thinking about things I couldn't change.My phone buzzed. Cole.You awake?Yeah, I replied. Can't sleep either.Rain woke me up.Same.Can I come over?I looked around my apartment. Dishes in the sink. Laundry on the floor. Bed unmade.It's a mess, I typed.I don't care.I do.Jay.Yeah.Let me in.I stared at the screen for a long time. Then I typed: Okay. Give me twenty minutes.I jumped out of bed. Threw the laundry in the closet. Did the dishes. Made the bed. Lit a candle. The same vanilla one from before.By the time Cole knocked, my apartment looked almost presentable.I opened the door.He was standing there in a hoodie and sweatpants. His hair was wet. His eyes were tired."You walked in the rain?" I ask

Chapter Sixteen : Jay pov I woke up to sunlight on my face.The rain had stopped. The sky was blue. The streets were dry. My apartment was still cold, but the sun coming through the window made it feel less empty. The cracks in the ceiling looked smaller somehow. Or maybe I just wasn't noticing them as much.I lay in bed for a while. Stared at the ceiling. Thought about Cole.He'd left late last night. Walked me to my door. Kissed me soft. Said goodnight. His hand had lingered on my waist for a second longer than it needed to. Then he was gone.I smiled. I couldn't help it.My phone buzzed.Good morning, Cole texted.Good morning, I replied.Did you sleep?Yeah. First time in weeks.Me too.Must have been the company.Must have been.I smiled again.I'll see you later, I typed.The rink?Yeah. Same time.Can't wait.I put my phone down. Got out of bed. Made coffee. Burnt my tongue. Didn't care.I walked to work at 9am.The sun was warm on my face. The birds were singing. The world fe

Chapter Eighteen: Cole povSaturday came faster than I expected.I woke up at 5am. Couldn't fall back asleep. Just lay there staring at the ceiling, running through every possible version of how dinner could go.Best case: Everyone talks. Everyone listens. Everyone leaves feeling a little less broken.Worst case: My father says something cold. Maya walks out. Jay shuts down. I lose everyone in one night.My phone buzzed. Jay.You awake?Yeah, I replied. Can't sleep.Me neither.Scared?Terrified.Me too.But we'll do it together.Together.I put my phone down. Got out of bed.The guest house was quiet.I made coffee. Didn't drink it. Just watched it steam.My father had chosen the restaurant. Some place downtown. Expensive. Private. The kind of place where conversations didn't carry.He was trying. I had to give him that.My phone buzzed again. Maya.What time?7pm.Where?The place on Maple. I'll send you the address.Fine.Thank you for coming.Don't thank me yet.I put my phone dow

Chapter Twenty : Cole pov The week after dinner felt different.Not perfect. Not back to normal. But different. Lighter. Like someone had opened a window in a room that had been closed up for too long.I still thought about Maya every day. Still felt the guilt sitting in my chest. Still wished I could go back and do things differently.But I stopped waking up at 3am with my heart racing. I stopped staring at my phone, willing her to text me. I stopped pretending I was okay when I wasn't.Because I wasn't okay. But I was getting there.Liam noticed at practice. We were sitting on the bench, lacing up our skates. The rink was cold. The ice was fresh. The smell of frozen water and rubber filled the air."You're smiling more," he said."I'm not smiling.""You are. It's weird. You never smile before practice.""I'm smiling because we're going to win today.""We're always going to win. You never smile about it."I didn't have an answer for that.Liam leaned over. His skates clacked against