My sister tugged him into a hug, and a pang of jealousy clenched inside my stomach. Not because I thought Rook and my sister would ever be a thing, but because I wanted the right to touch him again. To reach over and hold his hand like we used to sometimes when we were kids. To rest my head on his shoulder and tell him I was lost. To ask him not to leave because I needed him now more than ever.
