Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children - BOOCarz

grandfather had trampled her poor, pining heart, and
the wound was still raw, even these many years later.
I thought of putting my arm around her, but
something stopped me. Here was this beautiful, funny,
fascinating girl who, miracle of miracles, really
seemed to like me. But now I understood that it wasn’t
me she liked. She was heartbroken for someone
else, and I was merely a stand-in for my grandfather.
That’s enough to give anyone pause, I don’t care how
horny you are. I know guys who are grossed-out by the
idea of dating a friend’s ex. By that standard, dating
your grandfather’s ex would practically be incest.
The next thing I knew, Emma’s hand was on my
arm. Then her head was on my shoulder, and I could
feel her chin tracking slowly toward my face. This was
kiss-me body language if there ever was such a thing.
In a minute our faces would be level and I’d have to
choose between locking lips or seriously offending
her by pulling away, and I’d already offended her
once. It’s not that I didn’t want to—more than anything I
did—but the idea of kissing her two feet from a box of
obsessively well-preserved love letters from my
grandfather made me feel weird and nervous.
Then her cheek was against mine, and I knew it
was now or never, so I said the first mood-killing thing
that popped into my head.
“Is there something going on between you and
Enoch?”
She pulled away instantly, looking at me like I’d
suggested we dine on puppies. “What?! No! Where
on earth did you get a twisted idea like that?”
“From him. He sounds kind of bitter when he talks
about you, and I get the distinct impression he doesn’t
want me around, like I’m horning in on his game or
something.”
Her eyes kept getting wider. “First of all, he doesn’t