Page 54 of Whisper


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He made a sound of agreement.

“Then whose are you?”

“No one’s.”

Backtracking, I caught him around the waist, pressing my body against his. “You feel like mine.”

He looked everywhere but at me. “I’m not.”

“Do you want to be?”

Forgetting he was avoiding my eyes, he looked up, his espresso irises probing mine as if he were trying to decide if it was a genuine question. After a moment, he lowered his gaze. “We don’t fit.”

“You don’t have to fit to belong to me, baby,” I whispered just because I knew it would amplify the words for him. “I want you as you are.”

Something shifted behind his stare, and his teeth sank into the fleshy part of his lower lip. Anticipation buzzed in my stomach as I waited for what that busy mind of his would let slip.

The locker room door banged open, and he jolted against me.

“I said I’d give you a minute, not the whole fucking day! P! Are you okay? Do you need help disposing of the body?” Kruger bellowed.

“That guy is the reason the middle finger was invented.”

Scowling, Matthew shoved me away. “He’s my best friend,” he said, leaving me in his wake. “I’m coming,” he called, disappearing around the corner.

I caught the door right before it slammed and slipped through just in time to see Kruger grabbing Matthew’s chin to inspect his face. “You okay?”

Jealousy coiled in my belly like an angry snake, and with it came the urge to push myself between them.

“I’m fine,” Matthew muttered, pushing his hand away. “Why didn’t you guys go eat with the rest of Elite?” he asked, glancing around to the empty natatorium.

“I told you I’d drive you to the station,” Kruger said.

“And I told you I was driving him,” I intoned.

“Bro. If you want to act like a turd, go lay in the grass,” he hollered in my direction.

“Ben!” Jess gasped.

“Don’t give me that look, final girl,” Kruger grumped. “I told you he was eavesdropping.”

Jess turned to me, long dark hair falling over her shoulders. Planting her hands on her hips, she said, “Arsen, were you listening to their private conversation?”

“They were talking about me.”

Jess huffed and rolled her eyes, dropping her hands she walked swiftly over to stand directly in front of me. She wasn’t a short girl, but not many people made it to my height. Except Jamie.

Her finger jammed into the center of my chest, and she regarded me seriously. “What are your intentions toward my brother?”

I felt my eyebrows shoot up.

Matthew groaned. “Jess, come on.”

She looked over her shoulder. “Would you rather I say ridiculous things to him like Ben?”

“It’s only ridiculous if it’s not true,” Ben muttered.

“You don’t need to say anything at all. He came because we have to go to the police station. So let us go so we can get back to moving.”

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