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“So now you can sneak in for sleepovers whenever you want.”
“You can’t tell anyone, Hadley.”
“Who am I going to tell? Oh wait,” her eyes light up, “I could tell Michaela, knock her down a peg or two.”
“Don’t you dare.” Ace is right. Going public will only paint a bigger target on my back. Besides, there’s something thrilling about the idea of sneaking around.
“My lips are sealed. Unlike yours, apparently.”
“Hads!”
“Like you don’t love it. It’s about time you got some. You’re a catch, Remi. Don’t let anyone ever tell you any differently. Just be careful, okay?”
“Not this again,” I grumble as we finally make our way inside the building.
“I’m just saying have some fun, enjoy the perks of being with a guy like Ace,” she lowers her voice, “but don’t let yourself fall too deeply.”
“I know.” Heeding her warning would be the sensible thing to do, but Ace makes me reckless. He makes me want things.
Things with him.
“Slow and steady, I promise.” I force a smile in her direction.
Even though I’m lying to her.
And myself.
My body tingles with anticipation as I stalk the door, waiting for him to arrive.
Ace finally enters the room and everyone falls silent. Even the teacher stops and gawks. I shake my head with silent laughter.
A week later, and he still has that effect on people.
He doesn’t take the empty desk beside me. Inside he walks to the back of the room. Disappointment snakes through me, but I know I wouldn’t be able to resist him if he were next to me.
The teacher starts the lesson, and my cell phone vibrates in my pocket. I discreetly dig it out, burying it in my lap.
Ace: Are you wearing any panties?
Remi: Behave!
Ace: With you, never.
By the time the bell goes, I’m a tight ball of restless energy. I slip out of the room and melt into the stream of bodies. Ace passes me, his low whisper hitting me right in the stomach.
“Tonight,” he whispers, “leave your window—“
“There you are.” Michaela’s dulcet tone rakes up my spine. “I was hoping we could hang out at lunch.”
Forcing myself to move around them, I head for my locker, watching the two of them out the corner of my eye. Michaela is in her full cheer outfit, complete with a Seahawk blue bow in her high ponytail. She looks so sweet and innocent, like butter wouldn’t melt. I know she’s all salt and acid, though.
Her eyes flick to mine and she shoots me a wicked grin, making a show of curling a perfectly manicured hand around Ace’s arm.
And I hate it.
“Hey,” Hadley says as she reaches me. “What is... oh. What’s that all about?”
“I have no idea.”
