“You know, Gerard, if you ever get super sad, I can be your sister, too. Hugh won’t mind sharing.” “You can’t be my sister, Claire.” “Why not?” “Because you can’t have the hots for your sister.” “You’ve got the hots for me?” My tummy flipped like a pancake again. “Not Lizzie? Because I heard Hugh say that she’s super pretty once.” “Lizzie? Ugh. No way,” he grumbled, lip curling up in disapproval. “I don’t see Lizzie.” “You don’t?” “I don’t see anyone.” His lips tipped up in the smallest of smiles before he added, “Except for you.”
Tears
