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I slipped under the bleachers as the man blundered past, slamming out the door after my friend. Sorry, Eli, you’re on your own tonight.
I wove beneath the rickety bleachers, the sound slightly muffled under the heavy wooden seats. It was unlit and cooler under there too, but his bowed head was easy to find even if he was too lost in his own thoughts to notice me approaching.
Without hesitation, I dropped my hand onto his shoulder, and he jolted instantly, the force of surprise smacking his head into one of the bent beams. The hiss of pain he let out was loud despite the chaos around us.
Automatically, I shifted closer, reaching up to cup the crown of his head and rub gently. His hair was dark like mine but much silkier to the touch.
Stare wild, he flinched back, smacking my hand away from where I touched. Before his arm could drop, I caught his hand, wrapping mine around it in a tight hold. “Come on.”
His lips remained quiet, but his feet dug into the floor.
I turned back, heart nearly beating out of my chest. “Prism, come on.”
“I’m good here,” he protested, voice strained.
“That cop saw me duck under here. He’s coming back.”
His eyes darted past my shoulder and then back to me. A loud screech followed by a barking dog cut through the air.
His body went taut, and I noticed the way his hand was shaking, trembling so much I had to tighten my grip. Is he afraid?
“Come with me or get arrested,” I growled, his fear affecting me in ways I didn’t have time to analyze.
He shook his head, but when I tugged him forward, he followed, and some of the tightness in my chest eased. We couldn’t go outside because the cop was out there, but we couldn’t go back toward the people either. Seeing a nearby equipment closet, I went for it, pulling him inside and quickly shutting the door. We’ll just wait them all out.
It was ominously dark inside the space, saved from being completely opaque by the stripe of neon light outlining the door. Clearly, it was warped and not completely centered in the frame because of the way the glowing green seeped around in the uneven cracks like we were under some weird alien invasion.
What? I like sci-fi movies. Sue me.
Prism’s hand ripped free from my grip, and he let loose a rough sound. “What the hell are you doing?” he barked, storming past me as if he couldn’t wait to get the hell out.
Fisting my fingers in the fabric of his shirt, I dragged him back. He fought instantly. The sound of his shirt ripping filled the dark closet. Spinning, he slammed his elbow down on my forearm to dislodge my hold. Pain radiated into my elbow, but I ignored it to lunge forward just as his hand closed around the handle and turned.
My hands slapped onto his shoulders, yanking him back and tossing him deeper into the closet. He stumbled and knocked into some old shelves. Something fell off and hit the floor with a heavy thud. It was too dark to make out his features, but anger and frustration emanated from his direction as he righted and launched himself forward again.
I met him head on, locking my arms around his waist and bulldozing him back into the shelves once more. Everything rattled, and something scraped sharply along the wall. The body beneath mine shuddered and vibrated like an exposed live wire, breathing erratic and shirt damp with sweat.
His body was locked and loaded, so edgy I could feel the tension in his muscles as he readied to attack. I shifted, dragging my hands around his sides, unable to ignore the ripple of excitement firing through me at finally having my hands on him.
He let out a gruff grunt, and I flattened my palms against his torso, pinning him to the wall.
“You can’t go out there.” I warned him, body just as primed as his.
He threw his weight at me, trying to dislodge my hold. My shoes remained steadily planted in the ground, and I merely rocked onto my heels.
“I’m getting the fuck out of this closet.” Using both his hands, he shoved, slipping past me to bolt once more for the door.
I caught him around the waist, my entire front colliding with his back, both arms locking around him like a harness. He was tall and clearly ripped with muscle. Swimming did this body good.
But even still, I was bigger. Probably about two or three inches taller and broader through the chest. Those couple inches I had on him seemed perfect because when I shifted even closer, I noted the perfect way his ass lined up with the center of my hips.
Wrapped around him from behind, I leaned close to his ear. “You can’t go out there.”
He barely moved, but I felt the tightening of his skin. The ripples of something that practically chased itself over his skin.
Fuck.
His hand slapped over the forearm locked around his chest. Trembling fingers dug into my skin, and his nails pricked the top layer, creating a dull sting. “Let go of me.”
