The Fear of Falling by B. Cranford

Author:B. Cranford [Cranford, B.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: B. Cranford
Published: 2020-07-12T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

Lenny

“Willa?” I spun around, giving Rowan my back and my protection, because honest to God, I love my sister, but I had no idea what she was going to say or do to him. Anything from a handshake to a smacking kiss on the cheek to a cheeky butt pinch was entirely possible.

“The one and only,” my twin replied, opening her arms and wrapping them around me before I had a chance to react. Not that I would have done anything other than return the hug in kind.

I mentioned I love my sister, didn’t I? I just wasn’t exactly a fan of her timing.

“How? Why? What are you . . . ?” My questions were incomplete but coherent, mostly because I was trying to retrieve my mind from within the foggy abyss of want I’d lost it to back at the parking lot. But also because, I’m ashamed to admit, my old insecurities reared their ugly head at the sight of her.

A petite—at least compared to me—five foot five, Willa was delicate and beautiful in a way that I had never been. Always the clumsy, tall, limbs-don’t-fit-her-body type, middle and high school were an absolute nightmare of self-doubt and misery for me—and the opposite for her.

For all we looked alike in our faces, there was something so unique and vital about my twin sister that I’d been jealous of for as long as I could remember. And now she was here, standing in front of the man I was elbow-deep in like/lust with, and I couldn’t help but wonder . . . what if he prefers her?

Willa stepped back, holding up her hand and raising a finger to answer my half-asked questions. “Plane.” Another finger lifted. “That guy I told you about? Not what I was expecting.” A third finger joined the other two. “I needed you and your level head and your advice.”

My heart ached at the wobbly cadence of her voice. At my back, the warmth of Rowan coming to stand beside me helped the fog to clear, letting me see for the first time that Willa looked . . . not good.

Insecurities not forgotten but cast aside in the wake of something way more important—the health of my sister—I grabbed her hand. “Are you okay?”

Her eyes shifted over my shoulder toward Rowan, his hands resting lightly—comfortingly—on my shoulders. “I didn’t mean to interrupt,” she said, avoiding my question in a very Willa-like way. “I should’ve maybe gone to Simon’s instead, huh?”

Shaking my head and tightening my hold on her hand when she tried to pull loose, I moved closer to her, momentarily mourning the loss of Rowan’s reassuring warmth. “No way. Who knows what you’d walk in on there.”

Her laugh eased the mood that had descended since Rowan had unlocked the door, just as I had hoped it would if I reminded her of her friends, Simon and Aaron’s antics. She nodded, her eyebrow lifting. “Ain’t that the truth? I’m still scarred from seeing Simon with

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