(Several hours earlier) (Lily POV) After the interaction with James and Brady at the luau, I knew that I needed to clear my head and get some rest. Unfortunately, my heart was racing and nothing I tried could calm my nerves. Seeing James had absolutely affected me, just like I was afraid it migh
**** An hour or so later, I woke up for the second time. This time, I was by myself in the bed. I rubbed my eyes and stretched as I sat up, only to notice that Brady was standing by the sliding glass door, staring at the ocean outside. He had obviously showered and changed his clothes. I silent
(James POV) Have you ever taken a female out on a date with her older brother or father as a supervisor? No? Well, neither have I, but I am pretty sure this breakfast is a close equivalent. Of course, I am not in a position to complain. At least Lily is here and I have a chance to talk to her.
“Brady, you have to know how much I appreciate everything that you have done for me. I care about you a lot. But we came here for a reason, and that is so that James and I can get closure. After what happened between you and I last night, I do not think that it is fair to you, me, or him for us t
(James POV) “We have a lot to talk about, I think,” Lily says. “Understatement of the century,” Luke links me. “I… I have so many questions,” I stammer out. She nods. “That is why I am here, is it not?” “Yes… no… I mean…” Lily looks at me curiously. “You seem different.” “I feel different,”
James looks up, and I see sadness, guilt, fear, and confusion in his eyes. And yet, he still does not answer me. “ANSWER ME, D&&&IT!” ***** (James POV) “Answer her, James,” Luke demands. I want do. I really do. But I am so scared. I have allowed Stephanie’s death and Lily’s role in it to de
(James POV) “James, if you are here because you think that I can replace Stephanie, you should know… I am not Stephanie. Nor do I want to be.” I look at Lily in confusion. “Is that what you think? That I am here because I want you to replace your sister?” “Of course that is what she thinks,
I sigh. I do not know. Probably both. But, after everything that has happened, I think both are perfectly justified. I cringe when James tells me that he wants me to be me and not Stephanie. When he says it, it is almost like a light-bulb goes off in my head. “Do you know who that is?” He l