Chapter 58 On Quicksand

• Rachel POV
• I stared at Jeremy for long seconds, my heart tight, as if caught in a rope about to snap. He leaned against the glass door of the balcony, his body rigid, his eyes fixed on some dark point beyond the party lights below.
• The tension in his jaw, the way he pressed his lips together, betrayed that inside, he was on the verge of exploding. Yet he clung to that facade of control, as if he could hold the world together with his bare hands. For me. For us. Or maybe for something he still didn’t have the courage to tell me.