Making Me Sane (Sanity Book 2) by Lindsay Paige Read Free Book Online

aligns our bodies and guides my throw.
    It settles around a bottle perfectly. “I guess this is the extent of your athletic abilities.”
    His chest rumbles with laughter. “If you want to call this athletic, then yeah,” he answers, another ring landing around a bottle.
    All we need is one more to win the stuffed animal. Third time is the charm. I point to the one that looks like Lily with a smile. Trace makes me play most of the games we come across and I can’t help but think about how much money he’s wasting to give me this “full experience.” Call it a side effect of growing up and not having my parents pay for everything anymore. It is fun, though, and we’re both able to relax.
    “All right, time for some rides,” Trace declares.
    We go on a few as the sky darkens, rides and vendors lighting the place up. I start becoming tired and hungry when he leads me to the Ferris Wheel.
    “Last one,” he says as if he somehow knows I’m ready to leave. Which wouldn’t surprise me because he could always read me well. “Can’t come and not ride the Ferris Wheel.” We wait in line until it’s our turn, and he glances down at me. “Think you’d want to get some actual food after this?”
    “Maybe.”
    We settle into our seats and the bar secures over our laps. Trace takes my hand in his, his thumb drawing maddening circles around my knuckles. I give in to my urge and rest my head on his shoulder. It could be so easy to fall back into a relationship with him. Part of me wishes I would, but that is the last thing I need to do.

 
     

     
    N ever, in all the years I’ve known Brittany, has there been distance between us. It’s there now. I have no clue what to do with it or how to close the vast gap. Maybe that’s what I need to bring up in therapy next week. I hate it, though. It’s my fault it’s there and somehow, I’m supposed to know how to put it back together.
    “So, what do you say? Want to go eat? We could go to your favorite fried pickles restaurant.”
    It sucks that she has to think about it. Eventually, she answers, “Yeah, we can do that.”
    I smile because it’s a small victory in the long battle ahead of me. Or at least I think so until I catch her squeezing the hell out of her wrist and then she says, “Actually, take me home please.”
    “Okay,” I agree quietly. I don’t want to push her. After changing directions, it doesn’t take us long to reach her apartment complex.
    “Sorry,” she mutters once I park.
    “It’s fine.”
    “I had fun.” She still hasn’t looked at me.
    “That’s good; I’m glad.”
    Brittany nods, but still makes no move to leave my car.
    “I’ll walk you in,” I offer.
    “Okay.”
    We get out, meet around the front of the car, and I take her hand as we walk toward the building. I’m not dumb enough to have thought that we could’ve slipped back into the way things were, but I didn’t think it would be so difficult or feel so bad.
    “Tell me what you’re thinking,” I say as we step into the elevator. Just because I can still read her easily doesn’t mean I know exactly what she’s thinking.
    She looks over at me with watery eyes. Fuck. What have I done now? Brittany just shakes her head.
    “Britt,” I whisper, but she shakes her head again.
    The doors slide apart and Brittany walks through, dragging me with her. She lets go of my hand and starts talking as she unlocks her door. “I don’t know if I can do this, Trace. It’s too hard, and I feel like I’m constantly fighting myself because my emotions are contradicting each other. I just don’t know if it’s worth the turmoil.”
    My heart begins hammering in my chest. She can’t be giving up and retreating already. Brittany pushes her door open, but I grab her arm before she can escape. Her eyes are full of pain as she looks up at me. I cup her face.
    “It’s worth it. We are worth it. Please.” My voice trails off because I don’t even know what exactly I’m begging for