Ugly Love (Hoover)/Chapter 8
from the Collection “Ugly Love”
Chapter Summary
Six years earlier, Miles told his father he was going to Ian’s, but arranged to visit Rachel instead. His father was going out with Lisa, Rachel’s mother, and Miles felt that Lisa had become his father’s sole focus.
Rachel invited Miles into her apartment while Lisa was away. Its small size made him wish he and his father lived somewhere that forced them to interact. Their large home reminded him of the emptiness left by his mother Carol’s death.
Over water, Miles and Rachel admitted that their kiss the previous night should not have happened. He claimed stopping would be easy, but she disagreed. Both expected their parents’ relationship to lead to marriage.
Rachel revealed that she and Lisa would move into his home in two weeks. Miles struggled with the thought of Lisa taking his mother’s place and with his feelings for Rachel. He warned that their relationship would end badly.
Although Miles said he should leave, he could not bring himself to go. They kissed again, then discussed their futures. Rachel planned to attend college in Michigan; Miles would study locally before attending flight school with Ian.
Rachel said she would turn eighteen on January third. Miles revealed that his eighteenth birthday was the next day. They agreed their parents would disapprove of their relationship even without getting married.
With Rachel leaving San Francisco in seven months, they agreed to date secretly until then and afterward stop. The deadline reassured them, and they claimed they could manage it. Miles privately promised to love her for those seven months.
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A place where we’d be forced to interact. A place where we’d stop having to pretend that my mother didn’t leave way too much space in our house after she died.
I’m not stupid. I know how lust works.
Lust wants what lust can’t have.
Lust wants me to have Rachel.
- Reasoning* wants Rachel to go away.
I take Reasoning’s side
“We do this for seven months. We don’t tell
anyone. Then . . .” I stop talking, because I don’t know how to
say the words *We stop.*
“Then we stop,” she whispers.