Page 158 of Wild Like Us

Those overwhelming feelings swell up in me—how much I really,reallywant Banks to be mine. It’s easier to come to these conclusions when I’m alone with each of them. Harder, when we’re all together.

With Banks this close, more warmth bathes me. Maybe he shouldn’t have turned up the trailer’s heat. It reminds me ofwater.

Being so focused on climbing has just put swimming on the backburner, but it’s something that I’ll always enjoy, always love.

Out loud, I realize, “It’s been a while since I’ve been swimming.”

He holds my gaze. “You’re the kind of mermaid who’ll die if you don’t get wet?”

That sexual innuendo was so good that I smile bigger. “I’m totally a need-to-get-soaking-wet kind of mermaid. Preferably by largebodies of water.”

He bounces his head in a nod. “I’ve seen a large body around here somewhere.”

We’re both grinning, our eyes on each other’s lips, but I’m surprised when Banks nods to the door. “You want to go before it gets too cold? That hot spring we all found along the river hasn’t moved.”

He’s asking me out.

I inhale, and air feels so paper-thin like I’m breathing in helium. High on this moment. “Yeah, I’d fucking love that.” And then I look to the curtains I shut.Akara.Guilt creeps in, and I’m wincing.

Banks notices my switch in mood. “We can invite him along.”

I feel torn. Conflicted. And I shake my head. “That’s not fair to you.”

He shrugs, hands spread open. “I’d like more time alone with you, but I know doing it will hurt my best friend, and while we’re out there, you’d be thinkin’ about how you’re hurting him too, probably even more than me. I’ve lived with a lot of pain in my life, and I’d honestly just rather do the least painful thing.”

“Me too,” I say in a quiet breath.

So we agree to wait for Akara. After packing towels in a backpack, we find ourselves on the ground. Not even on the mattress. Side by side, we lean against the queen-bed, our asses on the floor, like it’s more comfortable than blankets.

Banks seems like someone who adapts well in any odd situation, any odd place. From a dingy motel to primitive camping to a tiny RV, he hasn’t complained really or asked to turn back.

It’s attractive, how much he’s up for anything.

“When I was a kid,” I tell him, “I used to watch this movie over and over on rainy days.” Our eyes meet. “Little Giants.”

His lip lifts. “I’ve seen that one.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, surprisingly.” He slides his arm across my shoulders, and everything about the maneuver lights up my body. His touch is chock-fucking-full ofI’m so into youandlet’s never let this end. He asks, “That’s the kid’s movie about football?” Off my nod, he explains, “I played football growing up, so I watched it a bunch.”

I draw more into him. “So you know Becky the Icebox? She’s the daughter of the coach and the only girl on the football team.” Offhisnod, I tell him, “I related to her in a lot of ways when I was young—she wanted to compete with the boys, but she also had this stupid crush on Junior, who just saw her as the Icebox: a friend, plus a great football player.”

Banks listens.

“And I’d yell at the fucking TV,Look at her, Junior!And as much as I loved the movie, I hated that ending.”

“Why?” His brows pull together. “I thought Junior finally comes around and gets with Becky.”

“But that’s after she decides to be a cheerleader.” I tuck my legs closer to my chest. “I get the whole message. She wanted to be a princess and a football player. Beckyandthe Icebox, and girls can be both things, but I guess I only identified as the Icebox. And it made me feel like one day I’d need to become the cheerleader in order to get the guy in the end.” I add, “Maybe that’s partly why romance was never on my radar growing up. I didn’t want to be hurt knowing that me, as I am, isn’t fucking attractive enough to the guys I liked.”

Banks looks deeper into me. “For what it’s worth, I never liked Junior.”

I break into a shocked smile. “No way, didn’t every guy want to be Junior?”

“I thought he was an idiot.” Banks smiles more, seeing mine. “Boys are stupid at that age. And then most turn into bigger stunads.”Stunadbasically means an idiot. I remember that Italian-American word since he uses it a lot. “But I’ll fuckin’ admit, I did some Junior-like things as a kid too.”

“Like what?”